My life (young Sheepheardesse) for thee
Of needes to death must post:
But yet my greefe must stay with me,
After my life is lost.
The greevous ill, by Death that cured is,
Continually hath remedy at hand:
But not that torment that is like to this,
That in slow time, and Fortunes meanes dooth stand.
And if this sorrow cannot be
Ended with life (at most):
What then dooth this thing profit me,
A sorrow wonne or lost?
Yet all is one to me, as now I trie
a flattering hope, or that that had not been yet:
For if to day for want of it I die,
Next day I doo no lesse for having seene it.
Faine would I die, to end and free
This greefe, that kills me most:
If that it might be lost with me,
Or die when life is lost.
(Bartholomew Young)
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