Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! 
Exiled for ever, let me mourn; 
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, 
There let me live forlorn. 

Down vain lights, shine you no more! 
No nights are dark enough for those 
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. 
Light doth but shame disclose. 

Never may my woes be relieved, 
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days 
Of all joys have deprived. 

From the highest spire of contentment 
My fortune is thrown; 
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts 
Are my hopes, since hope is gone. 

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, 
Learn to contemn light 
Happy, happy they that in hell 
Feel not the world's despite.