Book of Songs, Book 3: Me, me and none but me (arr. S. Bergeron) [Michael Slattery]
Me me and none but me, dart home O gentle death and quicklie, for I draw too long this idle breath: O howe I long till I may fly to heaven above, unto my faithfull and beloved turtle dove.
Like to the silver Swanne, before my death I sing: And yet alive my fatall knell I helpe to ring. Still I desire from earth and earthly joyes to flie, He never happie liv’d, that cannot love to die.