2079Is more then my ore-prest defence can bide?

2080Let me excuse thee, ah my loue well knowes,

2081Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies,

2082And therefore from my face she turnes my foes,

2083That they else-where might dart their iniuries :

2084 Yet do not so, but since I am neere slaine,

2085Kill me out-right with lookes, and rid my paine.

2087BE wise as thou art cruell, do not presse

2088My toung-tide patience with too much disdaine :

2089Least sorrow lend me words and words expresse,

2090The manner of my pittie wanting paine.

2091If I might teach thee witte better it weare,

2092Though not to loue, yet loue to tell me so,

2093As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere,

2094No newes but health from their Phisitions know.

2095For if I should dispaire I should grow madde,

2096And in my madnesse might speake ill of thee,

2097Now this ill wresting world is growne so bad,

2098Madde slanderers by madde eares beleeued be.

2099 That I may not be so, nor thou be lyde,

2100Beare thine eyes straight , though thy proud heart goe wide.

2102IN faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes,

2103For they in thee a thousand errors note,

2104But 'tis my heart that loues what they dispise,

2105Who in dispight of view is pleasd to dote.

2106Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted,

2107Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,

2108Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be inuited

2109To any sensuall feast with thee alone :

2110But my fiue wits, nor my fiue sences can

2111Diswade one foolish heart from seruing thee,

2112Who leaues vnswai'd the likenesse of a man,

2113Thy proud hearts slaue and vassall wretch to be :

2114 Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine,

2115 That she that makes me sinne, awards me paine.