I rise and grieve

I rise and grieve,

I walk and see my sorrow,

I eat, I live

Perchance not till tomorrow.

I lay me down to rest and then again

I rise, I walk, I feed and lie in pain.

Mend thou my state

O Jove, I thee implore,

Or end by fate

What thou hast made before.

If I but close

The covers of my sight,

Then slumb'ring woes

With dreams my sleeps affright;

And if awake I seek to ease my mind,

Some new-bred cares my troubled thoughts do find.

Mend thou my state

O Jove, I thee implore,

Or end by fate

What thou hast made before.

Or if it be

Thy will I should endure

What unto me

Is almost past recure,

Give me but strength to undergo those pains

Which like a torrent run through all my veins;

Or mend my state

Which as my days do fade;

Or end by fate

What thou before hast made.