but we. 60
    This iocond life we many a day enioy’d,
    Till this last age, those beastly men forth brought,
    That all those great and goodly Woods destroy’d. 
    Whose growth their Grandsyres, with such sufferance sought,
    That faire Felicia which was but of late,
    Earth’s Paradice, that neuer had her Peere,
    Stands now in that most lamentable state,
    That not a Siluan will inhabit there;
    Where in the soft and most delicious shade,
    In heat of Summer we were wont to play, 70
    When the long day too short for vs we made,
    The slyding houres so slyly stole away;
    By Cynthia’s light, and on the pleasant Lawne,
    The wanton Fayry we were wont to chase,
    Which to the nimble clouen-footed Fawne,
    Vpon the plaine durst boldly bid the base. 
    The sportiue Nimphes, with shouts and laughter shooke
    The Hils and Valleyes in their wanton play,
    Waking the Ecchoes, their last words that tooke,
    Till at the last, they lowder were then they. 80
    The lofty hie Wood, and the lower spring,
    Sheltring the Deare, in many a suddaine shower;
    Where Quires of Birds, oft wonted were to sing,
    The flaming Furnace wholly doth deuoure;
    Once faire Felicia, but now quite defac’d,
    Those Braueries gone wherein she did abound,
    With dainty Groues, when she was highly grac’d
    With goodly Oake, Ashe, Elme, and Beeches croun’d: 
    But that from heauen their iudgement blinded is,
    In humane Reason it could neuer be, 90
    But that they might haue cleerly seene by this,
    Those plagues their next posterity shall see. 
    The little Infant on the mothers Lap
    For want of fire shall be so sore distrest,
    That whilst it drawes the lanke and empty Pap,
    The tender lips shall freese vnto the breast;
    The quaking Cattle which their Warmstall want,
    And with bleake winters Northerne winde opprest,
    Their Browse and Stouer waxing thin and scant,
    The hungry Groues shall with their Caryon feast. 100
    Men wanting Timber wherewith they should build,
    And not a Forrest in Felicia found,
    Shall be enforc’d vpon the open Field,
    To dig them caues for houses in the ground: 
    The Land thus rob’d, of all her rich Attyre,
    Naked and bare her selfe to heauen doth show,
    Begging from thence that Iove would dart his fire
    Vpon those wretches that disrob’d her so;
    This beastly Brood by no meanes may abide
    The name of their braue Ancestors to heare, 110
    By whom their sordid slauery is descry’d,
    So vnlike them as though not theirs they were,
    Nor yet they sense, nor vnderstanding