Deep lamenting, grief, bewraying;
Poor Amintas thus sat saying:
Glut now thine eyes full
While I lie here adying;
Killed with disdain
Alas, and pity crying;
Now, mayst thou laugh full merrily;
For dead lo is the man
Dead is thy mortal enemy
O no, weep not
I cannot bide this blindness;
All too late now God wot
All too late comes this kindness
But if you would that death should
Death of life, of life should deprive me;
Weep not alas lest you revive me
Weep not lest you thereby revive me
Ah cease to bеwail me
My life now doth fail me
Poor Amintas thus sat saying:
Glut now thine eyes full
While I lie here adying;
Killed with disdain
Alas, and pity crying;
Now, mayst thou laugh full merrily;
For dead lo is the man
Dead is thy mortal enemy
O no, weep not
I cannot bide this blindness;
All too late now God wot
All too late comes this kindness
But if you would that death should
Death of life, of life should deprive me;
Weep not alas lest you revive me
Weep not lest you thereby revive me
Ah cease to bеwail me
My life now doth fail me
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