Classic Poem

AN ECCHO .

Ah, will no soule giue eare vnto my mone?
Who answers thus so kindly when I crie?
What fostred thee that pities my despaire?
Thou blabbing guest, what know'st thou of my fall?
What did I when I first my faire disclos'd?
Where was my reason, that it would not doubt?
What canst thou tell me of my ladie's will?
Wherewith can she acquit my loyall part?
What hath she then with me to disaguise?
What haue I done, since she gainst loue repin'd?
What did I when I her to life prefer'd?
What did mine eyes, whilst she my heart restrain'd?
What did she whilst my muse her praise proclaim'd?
And what? and how? this doth me most affright.
What if I neuer sue to her againe?
And what when all my passions are represt?
But what thing will best serue t' asswage desire?
And what will serue to mitigate my rage?
I see the sunne begins for to descend.