Nowe doe I nightly waste, wanting my kindely reste:
Nowe doe I dayly starve, wanting my lively foode:
Nowe doe I alwayes dye, wanting thy timely mirth.
And if I waste, who will bewaile my heavy chaunce?
And if I starve, who will record my cursed end?
And if I dye, who will saye: this was Immerito?
FOOTNOTES:
——Since the winged god his planet clear
Began in me to move, one year is spent:
The which doth longer unto me appear
Than all those forty which my life outwent.
Sonnet LX., probably written in 1593 or 1594.
[5:2] Leicester House, then Essex House, in the Strand.
[5:3] Earl of Essex.
[5:4] At Cadiz, June 21, 1596.