1
Disdaine that so doth fil me,
Hath surely sworne to kill mee,
And I must dye:
Desire that still doth burne me,
To life againe wil turne me,
And liue must I:
O kill me then disdain,
That I may liue againe.
2
Thy lookes are life vnto me,
And yet thy lookes vndoo me:
O death and life:
Thy smiles some rest do shew me,
Thy frownes with warre orethrow me:
O peace and strife:
Nor life, nor death is either,
Then giue me both or neither.
3
Life onely cannot ease me,
Death onely cannot please me,
Change is delight:
I liue, that death may kill me,
I dye, that life may fill me,
Both day and night,
If once despaire decay,
Desire will weare away.