A lingering death may avail　my soul, but it is the illest of ills that
can befortune my body. For my soul's health I beg　my body's torment;
be not thou a devil to torment my soul, and send me to eternal　damnation.
Thy overhanging sword hides heaven from my sight; I dare not look up
lest I　embrace my death's-wound unwares. I cannot pray to God and plead
to thee both at　once. Ay me, already I see my life buried in the wrinkles of
thy brows; say but I shall　live, though thou meanest to kill me. Nothing
confounds like to sudden terror; it thrusts　every sense out of office.