And let me live in endless night!"
"O grief! that liest upon my soul,
As heavy as a mount of lead;
The remnant of my life control,
Consort me quickly with the dead!
Half of this heart, this sprite and will,
Died in the breast of Astrophil."
"And you compassionate of my woe,
Gentle birds, beasts, and shady trees!
I am assured ye long to know