And with thee, my content, my comfort and my stay? Thou only wast the ease of trouble and annoy: When they did me assail, in thee my hopes did rest. Alas, what now is left but grief that night and day Afflicts this woeful life, and with continual rage Torments ten thousand ways my miserable breast? O greedy envious heaven! what needed thee to have Enriched with such a jewel this unhappy age; To take it back again so soon? Alas, when shall Mine eyes see ought that may content them, since thy grave My only treasure hides, the joy of my poor heart? As here with thee on earth I lived, even so equal Methinks it were, with thee in heaven I did abide: And as our troubles all, we here on earth did part; So reason would that there, of thy most happy state I had my share. Alas, if thou my trusty guide Were wont to be: how canst thou leave me thus alone In darkness and astray; weak, weary, desolate, Plunged in a world of woe--refusing for to take Me with thee, to the place of rest where thou art gone?" This said, she held her peace, for sorrow tied her tongue: And instead of more words, seemed that her eyes a lake Of tears had been, they flowed so plenteously therefrom: And with her sobs and sighs th'air round about her rung. If VENUS when she wailed her dear ADONIS slain, Ought moved in thy fierce heart, compassion of her woe: His noble sister's plaints, her sighs and tears emong; Would sure have made thee mild, and inly rue her pain. AURORA half so fair, herself did never show; When from old TITHON'S bed, she weeping did arise. The blinded archer-boy, like lark in shower of rain, Sat bathing of his wings, and glad the time did spend Under those crystal drops which fell from her fair eyes; And at their brightest beams him proined in lovely wise. Yet sorry for her grief, which he could not amend; The gentle boy 'gan wipe her eyes, and clear those lights: Those lights through which his glory and his conquests shine. The Graces tuckt her hair, which hung like threads of gold Along her ivory breast, the treasure of delights. All things with her to weep, it seemèd did incline; The trees, the hills, the dales, the caves, the stones so cold. The air did help them mourn, with dark clouds, rain and mist; Forbearing many a day to clear itself again: Which made them eftsoons fear the days of PYRRHA should Of creatures spoil the earth, their fatal threads untwist. For PHŒBUS' gladsome rays were wishèd for in vain, And with her quivering light LATONA'S daughter fair; And Charles' Wain eke refused to be the shipman's guide. On NEPTUNE, war was made by ÆOLUS and his train. Who letting loose the winds, tost and tormented th'air, So that on every coast, men shipwreck did abide, Or else were swallowed up in open sea with waves: