Oh that I had no hart, as I haue none,
(For thou mine hartes full spirite hast possessed)
Then should myne argument be not of mone,
Then vnder loues yoke should I not be pressed:
Oh that without myne eyes I had been borne,
Then had I not my mistresse bewtie vewed,
Then had I neuer been so farre forlorne,
Then had I neuer wep't, then neuer rewed:
Oh that I neuer had been borne at all,
Or beeing, had been borne of shepheardes broode,
Then should I not in such mischances fall,
Quyet my water and content my foode:
But now disquieted, and still tormented,
With aduerse fate, perforce must rest contented.