Wooe to oppresse you with their weight:
Disdainefull will deny to fall,
By a sad death to ease your fate.
In vaine some midnight storme at sea
To swallow you, you will desire:
In vaine upon the wheels you'le pray
Broken with torments to expire.
Death, at the sight of which you start,
In a mad fury then you'le Court:
Yet hate th' expressions of your heart,