Ring out your bells
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead, all love is dead

Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain
Weep neighbours weep, Do you hear it said
Love is dead

His deathbed, peacocks folly
His winding sheet is shame
His will, false seeming holy
His sole executor, blame

Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read
For love is dead

So on his tomb ordaineth
My mistress' marble heart
Which epitath containeth
"Her eyes were once his dart"
Alas I lie, rage hath his arrow bred

Love is not dead
Love is not dead but sleeping
In her unmatched mind
Were she his council keeping?
Till do desert she find
Therefore from such vile fancy
To call wit such a frenzy
Who love can temper thus
Good Lord, deliver us

Ring out your bells
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead, all love is dead

Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain