Come yee heavy states of night
Doe my fathers spirit right
Soundings balefull let mee borrow
Burthening my song with sorrow
Come sorrow come hir eies that sings
By thee are turned into springs.

Come you Virgins of the night
That in Dirges sad delight
Quier my Anthems I doe borrow
Gold nor pearle but sounds of sorrow
Come sorrow come hir eies that sings
By thee are turned into springs.