He Proves Himself to Endure the Hellish Torments of Tantalus, Ixion, Titius, Sisyphus, and the Belides

In that I thirst for such a Goddess' grace
As wants remorse, like Tantalus I die:
My state is equal to Ixion's case,
Whose mangled limbs are turned continually,
In that my rolling toils can have no end,
Nor love, nor time, nor chance will stand my friend.

In that my heart consuming never dies,
I feel with Titius an equal pain,
Upon whose heart a vulture feeding lies:
In that I rise through hope, and fall again
By fear, like Sisyphus I labour still,
To turn a rolling stone against the hill.

In that I make my vows to her alone,
Whose ears are deaf, and will retain no sound,
With Belides my state is all but one,
Which fill a tub whose bottom is not found.
Thus in my heart, since love therein did dwell,
Are all the torments to be found of hell.