1.
Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
‖: For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas, for pity, go,
And fire their hearts
That have been hard to thee! mine was not so. :‖
2.
Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die;
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me,
Shall be as I:
‖: For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry –
‘Alas, for pity, stay,
And let us die
With thee! men cannot mock us in the clay.’ :‖