2162THose lips that Loues owne hand did make,

2163Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate,

2164To me that languisht for her sake:

2165But when she saw my wofull state,

2166Straight in her heart did mercie come,

2167Chiding that tongue that euer sweet,

2168Was vsde in giuing gentle dome:

2169And tought it thus a new to greete:

2170I hate she alterd with an end,

2171That follow'd it as gentle day,

2172Doth follow night who like a fiend

2173From heauen to hell is flowne away.

2174 I hate, from hate away she threw,

2175And sau'd my life saying not you.

2177POore soule the center of my sinfull earth,

2178My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array,

2179Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth

2180Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay?

2181Why so large cost hauing so short a lease,

2182Dost thou vpon thy fading mansion spend?

2183Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse

2184Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end?

2185Then soule liue thou vpon thy seruants losse,

2186And let that pine to aggrauat thy store;

2187Buy tearmes diuine in selling houres of drosse:

2188Within be fed, without be rich no more,

2189 So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men,

2190And death once dead, ther's no more dying then.

2192MY loue is as a feauer longing still,

2193For that which longer nurseth the disease,

2194Feeding on that which doth preserue the ill,

2195Th'vncertaine sicklie appetite to please:

2196My reason the Phisition to my loue,

2197Angry that his prescriptions are not kept

2198Hath left me, and I desperate now approoue,

2199Desire is death, which Phisick did except.

2200Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,

2201And frantick madde with euer-more vnrest,

2202My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are,

2203At randon from the truth vainely exprest.

2204 For I haue sworne thee faire, and thought thee bright,

2205Who art as black as hell, as darke as night.