1 Shall I looke to ease my griefe, No my sight is lost with eying, Shall I speake and begge 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 whome then I looked on, My remembrance beautifying Stayes with me, though I am gone, Gone, and at her mercy lying. What remaines but onely dying. 4 Shall I trye her thoughts and write, No, I haue no meanes of trying : If I should yet at first sight She would answere with denying. What remaines but onely dying. 5 Thus my vitall breath doth waste, And my bloud with sorrow drying, Sighes and teares, make life to last, For a while, their place supplying. What remaines but onely dying.