Why should I weepe in vayne, poore and remedilesse?
Why should I make complainte, to the deafe wildernesse?
Why should I sigh for ease, sighes they breede maladie?
Why should I grone in hart, grones they bring miserie?
Why should teares, plaintes, and sighes mingled with heauy grones
Practise their crueltie, whiles I complaine to stones?
Oh what a cruell hart, with such a tyrannie
Hardly she practiseth (in greefes extremitie)
Such to make conquered, whom she would haue deprest,
Such a man to disease, whom she would haue opprest?
Oh but ( Parthenophe ) turne and be pittifull!
Crueltie bewtie staynes, thou sweet art bewtifull,
If that I made offence, my loue is all the fault
Which thou can charge me with, then do not make assault
With such extremities, for my kinde hartie loue:
But for loues pittie sake, from me thy frownes remoue.
So shalt thou make me blest, so shall my sorrowes cease,
So shall I liue at ease, so shall my ioyes acrease,
So shal teares, plaints, and sighes, mingled with heauy grones
Wearie the rockes no more, nor lament to the stones.