From Psalmes, sonnets & songs of sadness and pietie, 1588, by William Byrd
Though Amaryllis dance in green
Like fairy queen
And sing full clear
Corinna can with smiling cheer
Yet sith their eyes make hearts so sore
Hey ho, 'chill love no more.
My sheep are lost for want of food,
And I so wood,
That all the day,
I sit and watch a herdmaid gay,
Who laughs to see me sigh so sore,
Hey ho, 'chill love no more.
Her loving looks, her beauty bright
Is such delight,
That all in vain
I love to like and lose my gain,
For her that thanks me not therefor,
Hey ho, 'chill love no more.
Ah, wanton eyes, my friendly foes,
And cause of woes,
Your sweet desire
Breeds flames of ice and freeze in fire.
Ye scorn to see me weep so sore,
Hey ho, 'chill love no more.
("'chill"= "I will")