She holds my fredome by a lace, as fish is held with hookes,
Thus by despayre in this conceite,
I swallow vp both hooke and baite.
And in the deserts loe I liue, among the sauage kinde,
And spend my time in wofull sighs, rays’d vp by care of minde,
All hopelesse to in paynes I pyne,
And ioyes for euer doe resigne.
I dread but Charon’s boat if she no mercy giue,
In darknesse then my soule shall dwell, in Pluto’s raygne to liue,
But I beleue she hath no care,