Away delights! go seek some other dwelling
For I must die.
Farewell false love! thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas for pity go
And fire their hearts
That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so.

Never again deluding love shall know me
For I will die;
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I
For ever will I sleep while poor maids cry -
`Alas for pity stay
And let us die
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.`