Astrophel and Stella: 47

What haue I thus betrayed my libertie?Can those black beames such burning markes engraue,In my free side or am I borne a slaue,Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyranny?Or want I sense to feele my miserie?Or sprite, disdaine of such disdaine to haue?Who for long faith, tho daily helpe I craue,May get no almes but scorne of beggerie.Vertue awake, Beautie but beautie is,I may, I must, I can, I will, I doLeaue following that, which it is gaine to misse.Let her go: soft, but there she comes, go to,Vnkind, I loue you not: O me, that eyeDoth make my heart giue to my tongue the lie.