Which to liue is to too long, As it is too short to weepe,
(5) Grieuous sighs in vaine I waste, Leesing my affiance, and I perceaue my hope at last, with a candle in the hand.
What time then to hope among (10) bitter hopes that neuer sleepe? When this life is to too long, as it is too short to weepe.
This griefe which I feele so rife, (wretch) I doe deserue as hire: (15) Since I came to put my life in the hands of my desire.
Then cease not my complaints so strong, for (though life her course doth keepe:) It is not to liue so long, (20) as it is too short to weepe.
FINIS. Bar. Yong.