1
Cease troubled thoughts to sigh, or sigh your selues to death,
Or kindle not my griefe, or coole it with your breath:
Let not that spirit which made me liue
Seeke thus vntimely to depriue
Mee of my life
Vnequall strife,
That breath which gaue mee beeing
Should hasten mee to dying.
2
Cease melting tears to streame, stop your vncessant course,
Which to my sorrowes childe are like a fruitfull Nurse,
From whence death liuing, comfort drawes,
And I my selfe appeare the cause
Of all my woe,
But tis not so :
For she whose beautie won mee,
By falshood hath vndone mee.
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