Tixall Poetry/The Tormented Lover
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The Tormented Lover.
I die when that I doe not seeHer that is life and all to me;And if I see her yet I die,In seeing of her cruelty;So that to me like misery is wrought,Both when I see, and when I see her not.
Why should I die, or silent grieve?For who can silence e're relieve?Yet if I speake, I may offend,And speaking not my hart will rend:Soe that to me, I see it is all one,Speake I, or speake I not, I am undone.