I die whenas I do not see

I die whenas I do not see,

Her that is life and all to me,

And when I see her, yet I die,

In seeing of her cruelty:

So that to me like misery is wrought,

Both when I see her and when I see her not.

Or shall I speak or silent grieve

Yet who will silency relieve;

And if I speak, I may offend,

And speaking not, my heart will rend:

So that I see to me it is all one,

Speak I or speak I not, I am undone.