Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 24

SO, art thou (Cruell!) like a Ballance-Scale
For, when I sinck with Bale, thou mount'st with Blisse;
And when I rise with Blisse, thou sink'st with Bale:
So, stil thou art myne Opposite by This
And whie all this? (O froward Faire!) ô whie
In myne annoy dost thou so much delight?
Can I not liue, but thou fourthwith must die?
Or doth my death giue thy life, life, and spright?
Ther's no necessity herein at all,
Vnlesse Thou be the same: Who, (Parchas-like)
Dost neuer rise, but by anothers fall:
That is, their Threede of life quite off to strike:
For while I waighe them wonnded by thy Beames
Their uumber, rising, falls into Extreames!