For Queen Elizabeth I

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 livd
that cannot love to die.