Why sit I here complaining

Why sit I here, alas, complaining?
With sobs and groanings, my disdaining
O, this contenteth
Whom grief tormenteth
Ah, cease this weeping, fool alas
She does but this to prove thee:
Away false comfort, no, thou canst not move me
You that saw too much mine eyes
Shall dearly buy it:
That made my heart believe I did espy it
Hence false comfort, in vain thou dost ease me
Comfort in vain, thou seekst to ease me;
Away I say then, thou canst not please me