Hero to the dead Leander

Weep, weep, mine eyes, my heart can take no rest;

Weep, weep, my heart, mine eyes shall ne'er be blest.

Weep eyes, weep heart. and both this accent cry:

A thousand deaths I die.

Aye me! Ah, ah cruel fortune! Aye me!

Now Leander, to die I fear not;

Death do thy worst, I care not.

I hope when I am dead

In Elisium plain we'll meet,

And there with joy

We'll love again.