Stay time a while thy flying
Stay and pittie me dying.
For Fates and friends have left mee
And of comfort bereft mee.
Come come close mine eyes better to dye blessed
Then to live thus distressed.

To whom shall I complaine me
When thus friends doe disdaine mee?
Tis time that must befriend me
Drownd in sorrow to end mee.
Come come close mine eyes better to dye blessed
Then to live thus distressed.