How can I liue in mindes or bodies health
When all foure elementes my greefes conspier?
Of all harts ioyes depriuing me by stelth,
All yeelding poysons to my long desier,
The fire with heates extreames mine hart enraging,
Water in teares, from dispaires fountaine flowing,
My soule in sighes, ayer to loues soule ingaging,
My fancies coales, earthes melancholie blowing.
Thus these (by nature) made for my releefe,
Through that bold charge, of thine Imperious eye
Turne all their graces into bitter greefe,
And I were dead should any of them dye:
And they my bodies substance all be sicke,
It followes then, I can not long be quicke.