Grief of my best love's absenting:
Now, oh now, wilt thou assail me?
I had rather life should fail me
Than endure thy slow tormenting.
Life our griefs and us do sever
Once for ever.
Absence, grief have no relenting.
Oh, but such thoughts prove illusions,
Shadows of a substance banished,
Dreams of pleasure too soon vanished,
Reasons maimed of their conclusions.
Then, since thoughts and all deceive me,
O life, leave me!
And of life ends love's confusions.