-silk flies,

    Bech poor fishes wandring eyes.

    For t no suc,

    For t t :

    t fis is not catchereby,

    Alas ! is han I.

    hy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,

    And t t thee free

    From all solicitation from me,

    t come to thy bed,

    And tal, in worse arms shall see :

    taper o wink,

    And  tired before,

    ill, if tir, or pinco wake hink

    t for more,

    And, in false sleep, hee shrink :

    And tced thou

    Bat  lie,

    A verier g than I.

    I  tell thee now,

    Lest t preserve t,

    Id rat painfully repent,

    tenings rest still innocent.