O fly not, O take some pity
T. Morley
O fly not, O take some pity.
I faint alas, I faint; O stay, O stay her.
See how she flies away;
O stay and hear my prayer.
With one sweet look you may of torment ease me;
I am no tiger fierce that seeks to spill thee.
No, no, I see, thou dost but this to kill me.
Lo then I die, and all to please thee.