Sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears

To a woeful wretched wight.

Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears

0 do not my poor heart affright.



In darkness let me dwell,

the ground shall sorrow be;

The roof despair to bar

all cheerful light from me:

The walls of marble black

that moistened still shall weep;

My music hellish jarring sounds

to banish friendly sleep.



(Thus wedded to my woes,

and bedded to my tomb,

Oh let me living, living die,

till death do come)