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.

2207O Me ! what eyes hath loue put in my head,

2208Which haue no correspondence with true sight,

2209Or if they haue, where is my iudgment fled,

2210That censures falsely what they see aright ?

2211If that be faire whereon my false eyes dote,

2212What meanes the world to say it is not so ?

2213If it be not, then loue doth well denote,

2214Loues eye is not so true as all mens:no,

2215How can it ? O how can loues eye be true,

2216That is so vext with watching and with teares?

2217No maruaile then though I mistake my view,

2218The sunne it selfe sees not, till heauen cleeres.

2219 O cunning loue, with teares thou keepst me blinde,

2220Least eyes well seeing thy foule faults should finde.

2222CAnst thou O cruell, say I loue thee not,

2223When I against my selfe with thee pertake :