The Louer declares that vnlesse he vtter his sorrowes by sute, of force he dyeth

LYke as the Gunne that hath to great a charge,
And Pellet to the Powder ramde so sore,
As neyther of both hath powre to go at large,
Till shiuerd flawes in sounding Skies doe rore:
Euen so my carefull breast that fraughted is
With Cupids ware, & cloide with lurcking Loue,
Vnlesse I shoulde disclose my drerinis,
And out of hande my troubled thoughts remoue:
A sunder woulde my cumbred Carcasse flee,
The hart would breake the ouercharged Chace
Of pensiue breast, and you (my Loue) should sée
Your faythfull Friende in lamentable case.
Wherefore doe what you may in gentle wyes
The Gunner to assist in time of neede,
And when you see the Pellet pierce the Skyes,
And Powder make a proufe of hidden gleede:
Rue on his case, and séeke to quite his wo,
Least in short time his Gunne too péeces go.