Clorinda false

Clorinda false, adieu, thy love torments me
Let Thyrsis have thy heart, since he contents thee
O grief and bitter anguish, for thee I languish
Fain I alas would hide it, o, but who can abide it?
Adieu then, farewell, leave me, death now desiring
Thou hast lo thy requiring
So spake Philistus on his hook relying
And sweetly sweetly fell a-dying