An Evil Spirit, Your Beauty, Haunts Me Still, Wherewith, Alas, I Have Been Long Possessed! Which Ceaseth Not To Tempt Me To Each Ill, Nor Give Me Once But One Poor Minute'S Rest. In Me It Speaks Whether I Sleep Or Wake; And When By Means To Drive It Out I Try, With Greater Torments Then It Me Doth Take, And Tortures Me In Most Extremity. Before My Face It Lays Down My Despairs, And Hastes Me On Unto A Sudden Death; Now Tempting Me To Drown Myself In Tears, And Then In Sighing To Give Up My Breath. Thus Am I Still Provoked To Every Evil, By This Good Wicked Spirit, Sweet Angel-Devil.