With percing shriekes, and many a dolefull lay;
Which to attend, a while their forward steps they stay.
But if that carelesse heauens (quoth she) despise xxxvi
The doome of iust reuenge, and take delight
To see sad pageants of mens miseries,
As bound by them to liue in liues[466] despight,
Yet can they not warne death from wretched wight.
Come then, come soone, come sweetest death to mee,
And take away this long lent loathed light:
Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweet the medicines bee,