Astrophel and Stella: 106

O absent presence Stella is not here;False flattering hope, that with so faire a face,Bare me in hand, that in this Orphane place,Stella, I say my Stella, should appeare.What saist thou now, where is that dainty cheere,Thou toldst mine eyes shuld helpe their famist case?But thou art gone now that selfe felt disgraceDoth make me most to wish thy comfort neere.But heere I do store of faire Ladies meete,Who may with charme of conuersation sweete,Make in my heauy mould new thoughts to grow:Sure they preuaile as much with me, as heThat bad his friend but then new maim'd, to beMery with him, and not thinke of his woe.