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 But, woe is me, they now yquenched are All suddenly, and death hath them oppressed, Lo, father NEPTUNE! with sad countenance, How he sits mourning on the strond now bare Yonder; where th'OCEAN with his rolling waves The white feet washeth, wailing this mischance, Of Dover cliffs. His sacred skirt about The sea gods all are set; from their moist caves, All for his comfort gathered there they be. The Thamis rich, the Humber rough and stout, The fruitful Severn, with the rest; are come To help their lord to mourn, and eke to see The doleful sight, and sad pomp funeral Of the dead corps passing through his kingdom; And all their heads with cypress garlands crowned: With woeful shrieks salute him, great and small. Eke wailful ECHO, forgetting her dear Narcissus, their last accents doth resound.

Colin. PHILLISIDES is dead! O luckless age! 0 widow world! O brooks and fountains clear! O hills! O dales! O woods that oft have rung With his sweet carolling, which could assuage The fiercest wrath of tiger or of bear! Ye sylvans, fawns and satyrs, that emong These thickets oft have danced after his pipe! Ye Nymphs and Naiads with golden hair