So grievous is my pain, so painful life,
That oft I find me in the arms of d**h;
But, breath half-gone, that tyrant called d**h
Who others k**s, restoreth me to life:
For while I think how woe shall end with life,
And that I quiet peace shall joy by d**h,
That thought even doth o'erpower the pains of d**h,
And call me home again to loathed life.
Thus doth mine evil transcend both life and d**h,
While no d**h is so bad as is my life,
Nor no life such which doth not end by d**h,
And Protean changes turn my d**h and life.
O happy those who in their birth find d**h,
Sith but to languish Heaven affordeth life!