Phillis :: :: University of Virginia Library

Burst burst poore heart thou hast no longer hope,
Captiue mine eyes vnto eternall sleepe,
Let all my sences haue no further scope,
Let death be lord of me and all my sheepe.
For Phillis hath betrothed fierce disdaine:
That makes his mortall mantion in hir heart,
And though my tonge haue long time taken paine,
To sue deuorse and wed hir to desart.
She will not yeeld, my wordes can haue no power,
She scornes my faith, she laughes at my sad layes,
She filles my soule with neuer ceasing sower,
Who filt the world with volumes of hir praise:
In such extreames what wretch can cease to craue.
His peace from death, who can no mercy haue.