To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xv Poem by Humfrey Gifford

A female I by name,
Am sister to a brother:
In all the world may not bee found,
Our like, nor one nor other.
For hee no sooner dies,
But I straightwayes doe liue:
And I oft yeelding vnto death,
Still life to him doe giue.
Oft after him I hie,
And gladly would him stay:
But hee than arow from the bow,
More swiftly flyes away.
Straightwayes hee folowes me,
My presence to attaine:
And as hee fled from me before,
I flye from him againe.
Though straunge our state doth seeme,
By proofe yee may it try:
That both of vs are still aliue,
Yet both doe dayly die.
That yee may better know,
What straungers great wee bee.
Wee day and night doe dine and sup,
With men of ech degree.