I have lost a world it selfe.
My earthly heaven, adue!
Since she, alasse! hath left me,
Falero, lero, loo.
“WHY CANST THOU NOT, AS OTHERS DO?”
HY canst thou not, as others do,
Look on me with unwounding eyes?
And yet look sweet, but yet not so,
Smile, but not in killing wise;
Arm not thy graces to confound;
Only look, but do not wound.