A shepherd in a shade

Lyrics

A shepherd in a shade His plaining made Of love and lovers wrong Unto the fairest lasse That trode on grasse And thus began his song Restore, restore my hart againe Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine Least that inforst by your distaine I sing, fie fie on love It is a foolish thing Since love and fortune will I honour still Your faire and lovely eye What conquest will it be Sweet nymph, for thee If I for sorrow dye Restore, restore my hart againe Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine Least that inforst by your distaine I sing, fie fie on love It is a foolish thing My hart where have you laid O cruell maide To kill when you might save Why have yee cast it forth As nothing worth Without a tombe or grave Restore, restore my hart againe Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine Least that inforst by your distaine I sing, fie fie on love It is a foolish thing O let it bee intombed and lye In your sweet minde and memorie Least I resound on every warbling string Fye fye on love It is a foolish thing