Cease sorrows now,
for you have done the deed,
lo care hath now consum’d
my carcase quite,
no hope is left
nor help can stand instead,
for doleful death
doth cut off pleasure quite,
yet whilst I hear
the knolling of the bell,
before I die,
I’ll sing my faint farewell,
farewell.
(Thomas Weelkes)
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