Sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears 

To a woeful wretched wight. 

Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears 

0 do not my poor heart affright. 



In darkness let me dwell, 

the ground shall sorrow be; 

The roof despair to bar 

all cheerful light from me: 

The walls of marble black 

that moistened still shall weep; 

My music hellish jarring sounds 

to banish friendly sleep. 



(Thus wedded to my woes, 

and bedded to my tomb, 

Oh let me living, living die, 

till death do come)