THE
SECOND BOOKE
OF
AYRES

William Corkine

	1 Two Louers sat lamenting, Hard by a Christall brooke, Each others hart tormenting, Exchanging looke for looke, With sighes and teares bewraying, Their silent thoughts delaying, At last coth one, Shall wee alone, Sit here our thoughts bewraying. Fie, fie, oh fie, Oh fie, it may not be, Set looking by, Let speaking set vs free.
	2 Then thus their silence breaking, Their thoughts too long estranged They doe bewray by speaking, And words with words exchanged : Then one of them replyed Great pitty we had dyed, Thus all alone In silent moane And not our thoughts descryed. Fie, fie, oh fie, Oh fie, that had beene ill that inwardly Silence the hart should kill.
	3 From lookes and words to kisses They made their next proceeding, And as their onely blisses They therein were exceeding. Oh what a ioy is this, To looke, to talke, to kisse ? But thus begunne Is all now done ? Ah : all then nothing is. Fie, fie, oh fie, Oh fie, it is a Hell And better dye Then kisse, and not end well.