Die hapless man
J. Wilbye
Die hapless man, since she denies thee grace:
Die and despair, sith she doth scorn to love thee:
Farewell most fair, though thou dost fair deface,
Sith for my duteous love thou dost reprove me.
Those smiling eyes, that sometimes me revived,
Clouded with frowns, have me of life deprived.