Go nightly cares

Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest,

Forbear awhile to vex my grieved sprite,

So long your weight hath lain upon my breast,

That lo I live of life bereaved quite,

O give me time to draw my weary breath,

Or let me die, as I desire the death.

Welcome sweet death, O life, no life, a hell,

Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell the enemy to rest,

Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite:

Free from thy cares I live for ever blest,

Enjoying peace and heav'nly true delight

Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall abate,

Nor fears nor tears disturb her happy state

And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue,

And thus, and thus vain world again adieu.