5Else, if you were, and just, in equitie
I should have vanquish'd her, as you did me.
Else Lovers should not brave death's pains, and live,
But 'tis a rule, Death comes not to relieve.
Or, pale and wan deaths terrours, are they lay'd
10So deepe in Lovers, they make death afraid?
Or (the least comfort) have I company?
Orecame she Fates, Love, Death, as well as mee?
Yes, Fates doe silke unto her distaffe pay,
For their ransome, which taxe on us they laye.