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 And every one did make exceeding moan, With inward anguish and great grief opprest; And every one did weep and wail and moan, And means devised to show his sorrow best. That from that hour since first on grassy green, Shepherds kept sheep; was not like mourning seen.

But first his sister that CLORINDA hight, The gentlest shepherdess that lives this day; And most resembling both in shape and sprite, Her brother dear, began this doleful lay. Which lest I mar the sweetness of the verse, In sort as she it sung, I will rehearse.

"Aye me! to whom shall I, my case complain, That may compassion my impatient grief? Or where shall I unfold my inward pain That my enriven heart may find relief? Shall I unto the heavenly powers it show, Or unto earthly men that dwell below?"

"To heavens! Ah, they, alas, the authors were And workers of my unremèdied woe; For they foresee what to us happens here, And they foresaw, yet suffered this be so. From them comes good, from them comes also ill;  That which they made, who can them warn to spill?"