Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares, to a woefull wretched wight, hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares: O doe not my poore heart affright, pitty, help now or never, mark me not to endlesse paine, alas I am condempned ever, no hope, no help ther doth remaine, but downe, down, down I fall, and arise I never shall.