He compares his Sufferings to those of Tantalus

THE FRUIT of all the service that I serve

Despair doth reap; such hapless hap have I.

But though he have no power to make me swerve,

Yet by the fire for cold I feel I die.

In paradise for hunger still I sterve,

And in the flood for thirst to death I dry;

So Tantalus am I, and in worse pain,

Amidst my help that helpless doth remain.