Goe nightly cares the enemy to rest
Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite
So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast
that loe I live of life bereaved quite
O give me time to draw my weary breath
Or let me dye as I desire the death.
Welcome sweete death oh life no life a hell
Then thus and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell the enemy to rest
now doe thy worst I doe not weigh thy spight
Free from thy cares I live for ever blest
Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight.
Delight whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate
nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.
And thus I leave thy hopes thy joyes untrue
and thus and thus vaine world againe adue.