Hail, holy Earth, whose cold Arms do imbrace The truest man that ever fed his flocks By the fat plains of fruitful Thessaly! Thus I salute thy Grave; thus do I pay My early vows and tribute of mine eyes 5 To thy still-loved ashes; thus I free Myself from all insuing heats and fires Of love; all sports, delights, and [jolly] games, That shepherds hold full dear, thus put I off: Now no more shall these smooth brows be [be] girt 10 With youthful Coronals, and lead the Dance; No more the company of fresh fair Maids And wanton Shepherds be to me delightful, Nor the shrill pleasing sound of merry pipes Under some shady dell, when the cool wind 15 Plays on the leaves; all be far away, Since thou art far away, by whose dear side How often have I sat Crowned with fresh flowers For summers Queen, whilst every Shepherds boy Puts on his lusty green, with gaudy hook 20 And hanging scrip of finest Cordovan. But thou art gone, and these are gone with thee And all are dead but thy dear memorie; That shall out-live thee, and shall ever spring, Whilst there are pipes or jolly Shepherds sing. 25 And here will I, in honour of thy love, Dwell by thy Grave, forgetting all those joys, That former times made precious to mine eyes; Only remembring what my youth did gain In the dark, hidden vertuous use of Herbs: 30 That will I practise, and as freely give All my endeavours as I gained them free. Of all green wounds I know the remedies In Men or Cattel, be they stung with Snakes, Or charmed with powerful words of wicked Art, 35 Or be they Love-sick, or through too much heat Grown wild or Lunatic, their eyes or ears Thickened with misty filme of dulling Rheum; These I can Cure, such secret vertue lies In herbs applyed by a Virgins hand. 40 My meat shall be what these wild woods afford, Berries and Chestnuts, Plantanes, on whose Cheeks The Sun sits smiling.[159]