[XVII. Life of my life]
Life of my life, How should I liue alas
Life of my life, How should I liue alas, since thou art thus resolu'd for
to depart? Or how should I disguise, my secret smart, Wanting the sweet fru'tion
of thy face? Where beauty, loue, with maiestie and grace, (Things seld or neuer, meeting
in one place) Haue all conspir'd to plague a plagued hart, alwaies careles of my carefull
case, Then if thou wilt not haue thy loue to mourne, to mourne, Deere to my soule, O
deere to my soule, I pray thee make no stay, Goe not at all, or else with speede returne,
Nay rather far my deere goe not away, But thou must goe,
Then sweet while I thee see, Farwell, farwell, But bide, or let me dye.
