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beast in field doth wish the morning light;

The birds to Hesper pleasant lays do sing;

The wanton kids well-fed rejoice in night,

Being likewise glad when day begins to spring.

But night nor day are welcome unto me,

Both can bear witness of my lamentation;

All day sad sighing Corin you shall see,

All night he spends in tears and exclamation.

Thus still I live although I take no rest,

But living look as one that is a-dying;

Thus my sad soul with care and grief oppressed,

Seems as a ghost to Styx and Lethe flying.

Thus hath fond love bereft my youthful years

Of all good hap before old age appears.