Suffised not (Madame) that you did teare

Suffised not (Madame) that you did teare
) My wofull hart, but thus also to rent
The weping paper that to you I sent,
Wherof eche letter was written with a teare.

Could not my present paines, alas, suffise
Your greedy hart ? and that my hart doth fele
Tormentes that prick more sharper then the stele,
But new and new must to my lot arise ?

Use then my death. So shal your cruelty.
Spite of your spite rid me from all my smart,
And I no more such tormentes of the hart
Fele as I do. This shalt thou gain thereby.