Now Daphnis' armes did grow
In slender branches, and her braided haire,
Which like gold waves did flow,
In leavy twigs were stretched in the aire;
The grace of either foot
Transform'd was to a root,
A tender barke enwraps her body faire.
He who did cause her ill
Sore-wailing stood, and from his blubbered eyne
Did show'rs of teares upon the rine distill,
Which water'd thus did bud and turne more green.
O deep despaire! O heart-appalling griefe!
When that doth woe encrease should bring reliefe.