Coole coole in waues, thy beames intollerable
O sunne, no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather,
By law nor nature sier but rebell rather,
Foole foole these labours are inextricable,
A burthen whose weight is importable,
A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her,
A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her,
A fortresse whose force is impregnable:
From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares, oh teares!
Quench quench mine heate, or with your soueraintie
Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble:
Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye
And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares, oh feares!
Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble.