Me, me and none but me

Me, me and none but me, dart home, O gentle Death,

And quickly, for I draw too long this idle breath.

O how I long till I may fly to heav'n above,

Unto my faithful, unto my faithful beloved turtle dove.

Like to the silver swan, before my death I sing,

And yet alive my fatal knell I help to ring.

Still I desire from earth and earthly joys to fly,

He never happy liv'd, never happy liv'd that cannot love to die.