L.
[While others feede, my fancy makes me fast]
In this Passion is effectually set downe, in how straunge a case
he liueth that is in loue, and in how contrary an estate to all
other men, which are at defiaunce with the like follye. And
this the Authour expresseth here in his owne person: therewithall
calling vpon Loue, to stand his frend; or, if he faile,
vpon death, to cut of his wearysome life.
While
others feede, my fancy makes me fast;
While others liue secure, I feare mischaunce;
I dread no force, where other stand agast;
I follow sute where Fortune leades the Daunce,
Who like a mumming mate so throwes the Dice,
That Reason leesing all, Loue winnes the price;
Which Loue by force so worketh in my brest,
That needes perforce I must encline my will
To die in dreames, whiles others liue in rest,
And liue in woes while others feele none ill.
O gentle Death let heere my dayes haue ende,
Or mightie Loue, so vse me as thy frend.
Mine eyes are worne with teares, my wittes with woe,
My coulour dride with cares, my hart with paines,
My will bewitcht, my limmes consumed soe,
That scarsely bloud, or vitall breath remaynes:
While others ioy, or sleepe, I wayle and wake:
All this (Deere Dame,) I suffer for thy sake.
