With that she powred foorth a brackish flood 415 Of bitter teares, and made exceeding mone; And all her sisters, seeing her sad mood, With lowd laments her answered all at one.

His Beard as white as Snow, [Sidenote: beard was as] All Flaxen was his Pole: He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone, Gramercy on his Soule.

155 Ne ought to me remaines, but to lament My long decay, which no man els doth mone, And mourne my fall with dolefull dreriment:

Hard hap, O Phoebus; but, sieth it's past & gone, We wish ye to forbeare this frustrate mone.

Now, for assurance I dissemble not, Instead of thy resemblance cut in stone Kneele here, thyself, and heare her pitious mone.

It were no maruel, if you knew my mone.