At last withdrawe your crueltie

At last withdrawe your crueltie
Or let me die at ons,
It is too much extremitie
Devised for the nons,
To hold me thus alive
In palne still for to dryve,
What may I more sustayne
Alas that dye wuld faine
And cannot dye for palne.

For to the flame wherewith ye burne
My thought and mye desyr,
When Into ashys It shulde turn
My hert by fervent fyer,
Ye send a stormy rayn,
That dothe It quenche agayn,
And makes my lyes expresse
The teres that do redresse
My lyff in wretchednes.

Then when thes shulde have drownde
And overwhelmed my hart,
The hart dothe then confownde
Renewing all my smart,
Then dothe flame encreasse,
My torment can not cease;
My woo doeth then revive.
And I remaine alyve
With Death still for to stryve.

But if that he wolde have my death
And that ye wolde no nother
Shortly then for to spare my breth
Withdrawe the ton or tother;
For thus your cruelnes
Doeth let itself dowbtles
And it is reason why
No man alyve nor I
Of double death can dy.