O what shall I do?

O what shall I do, or whither shall I turn me?

Shall I make unto her eyes? O no they'll burn me.

Shall I seal up my eyes and speak my part?

Then in a flood of tears I drown my heart.

For tears being stopped will swell for scope,

Though they o'erflow love, life, and hope.

By beauty's eye

I'll choose to die.

At thy feet I fall

Fair creature rich in beauty,

And for pity call,

O kill not love and duty.

Let thy smooth tongue fan on my sense thy breath

To stay thine eyes from burning me to death.

But if mercy be exiled

From a thing so fair compiled,

Then patiently

By thee I'll die.