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 EIGHTH SONG.

In a grove most rich of shade, Where birds wanton music made; May then young, his pied weeds showing, New perfumed with flowers fresh growing;

ASTROPHEL with STELLA sweet, Did for mutual comfort meet; Both within themselves oppressed, But each in the other blessed.

Him great harms had taught much care; Her fair neck a foul yoke bare: But her sight his cares did banish, In his sight her yoke did vanish.

Wept they had, alas the while, But now tears themselves did smile; While their eyes by love directed, Interchangeably reflected.

Sigh they did, but now betwixt Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt; With arms crossed, yet testifying Restless rest, and living dying.

Their ears hungry of each word, Which the dear tongue would afford: But their tongues restrained from walking, Till their hearts had ended talking.