You endlesse torments that my rest opresse,
How long will you delight in my sad paine?
Will never Love your favour more expresse?
Shall I still live, and euer feele disdaine?
Alasse now stay, and let my griefe obtaine
Some end; feede not my heart with sharpe distresse:
Let me once see my cruell fortunes gaine,
At least release, and long-felt woes redresse.
Let not the blame of cruelty disgrace
The honor'd title of your god-head Love;
Give not just cause for me to say, a place
Is found for rage alone on me to move.
O quickly end, and doe not long debate
My needful ayd, lest helpe doe come too late.