I'M Sick Of Love: O Let Me Lie

"I'm sick of love: O let me lie
Under your shades to sleep or die! 
Either is welcome, so here I have 
Or here my bed, or here my grave
Why do ye sigh, and sob, and keep 
Time with the tears that I do weep? 
Can ye have sense, or do ye prove 
What crucifixions are in love?
I know ye do, and that's the why
Ye weep, being sick of love as I"