Stay time a while thy flying
Stay and pittie me dying
For Fates and friends have left mee
And of comfort bereft mee
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed
Then to live thus distressed

To whom shall I complaine me
When thus friends doe disdaine mee?
T’is time that must befriend me
Drown’d in sorrow to end mee
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed
Then to live thus distressed

Teares but augment this fewell
I feede by night, (oh cruell)
Light griefes can speake their pleasure
Mine are dumbe passing measure
Quicke, quicke, close mine eyes, better to dye blessed
Then here to live distressed