1 Shall I seeke to ease my griefe ?
No my sight is lost with eying;
Shall I speak and beg reliefe ?
No my voyce is hoarse with crying.
What remaines but onely dying ?
2 Loue and I of late did part,
But the Boy my peace enuying,
Like a Parthian threw his dart,
Backward and did wound me flying.
What remaines but onely dying ?
3 She whom then I looked one,
My remembrance beautifying
Stayes with me, though I am gone,
Gone, and at her mercy lying.
What remaynes, but onely dying ?
4 Thus my vitall breath doth wast,
And my blood with sorrow drying,
Sighes and teares make life to last,
For a while his place supplying.
What remaynes but onely dying ?
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