[LVII. The second part. Because my Loue too lofty and too dispightfull]
Because my Loue too lofty and too dispightfull
Because my Loue too lofty and too dispightfull, & too
dispightfull, while I with sighes do sound
her name delightfull, doth smyle when as the flame my
lyfe depriueth: my life depriueth: if I seek to breake of, if I seeke to
breake of the strings, the strings, that bynd me, the more I flye, the
faster, I the faster, I do find me, like a byrd in the snare in vaine that
striueth, in vaine that striueth,
lyke a byrd in the snare in vaine that stryueth.