Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest, Forbear awhile to vex my grieved sprite, So long your weight hath lain upon my breast, That lo I live of life bereaved quite, O give me time to draw my weary breath, Or let me die, as I desire the death. Welcome sweet death, O life, no life, a hell, Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.
False world farewell the enemy to rest, Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite: Free from thy cares I live for ever blest, Enjoying peace and heav'nly true delight Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall abate, Nor fears nor tears disturb her happy state And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue, And thus, and thus vain world again adieu.