Unhappy tongue, why didst thou not consent
When first mine eyes did view that princely face
To show goodwill, that heart oppressed then meant,
And whilst time was, to sue for present grace?
O fainting heart, why didst thou then conceal
Thine inward fires, that flamed in every vein?
When pity and gentleness were bent to heal,
Why didst thou not declare thy raging pain?
When well thou might'st have moved her gentle mind,
Why didst thou then keep back thy woeful plaints?
Thou knew'st full well, redress is hard to find,
When in thy own affairs, thy courage faints.
But since she is gone, bewail thy grief no more,
Since thou thyself wert causer of the sore.