Why hast thou tane, my faithfull friend from mee?
But ah, she cannot (or shee will not) heare me,
Or if shee doo, yet may not she repent her:
Then come (sweet Death) O why doest thou forbeare me?
Aye mee! thy Dart is blunt, it will not enter.
Oh now I knowe the cause, and reason why;
I am immortall, and I cannot dye.
So Cytheræa would haue dide, but could not;
When faire Adonis by her side lay slaine:
So I desire the Sisters, what I should not;