1 Shall I seeke to ease my griefe ? No my sight is lost with eying; Shall I speak and beg reliefe ? No my voyce is hoarse with crying. What remaines but onely dying ? 2 Loue and I of late did part, But the Boy my peace enuying, Like a Parthian threw his dart, Backward and did wound me flying. What remaines but onely dying ? 3 She whom then I looked one, My remembrance beautifying Stayes with me, though I am gone, Gone, and at her mercy lying. What remaynes, but onely dying ? 4 Thus my vitall breath doth wast, And my blood with sorrow drying, Sighes and teares make life to last, For a while his place supplying. What remaynes but onely dying ?