IIII.
[Disdaine that so doth fill me]
[1]
Disdaine that so doth fill me,
Hath surely sworne to kill me,
And I must dye,
Desire that still doth burne me,
To life againe will turne me,
And liue must I,
O kill me then dispaire,
That I may liue againe.
2
Thy lookes are life vnto me,
And yet those lookes vndoe me:
O death and life.
Thy smile some rest doth show me,
Thy frowne with warre orethrow me,
O peace and strife.
Nor life, nor death is either,
Then giue me both, or neither.
3
Life onely cannot please me,
Death onely cannot ease mee:
Change is delight.
I liue that death may kill me,
I dye that life may fill me,
Both day and night.
If once dispaire decay,
Desire will weare away.