[VI. O what shall I doe]
O what shall I doe, or whether shall I turne me?
O what shall I doe, or whether shall I turne me? Shall I make vnto her eyes?
O no they'l burn me, Shall I seale vp my eies & speak my part? then
in a floud of tears, I drown my hart, for tears being stopt will
swel, wil swel, will swel for scope, though they o'reflow, loue, life, and hope, By beauties eye Ile chuse to
dye. At thy feet I fall fayre Creature, rich in beautie, And for pitty call, for pittie
call, O kill not loue and duty, Let thy smooth tongue fanne on my sence thy breath, to stay thine eies from burning
me to death. But if mercy be exiled from a thing so fayre compiled,
