The world goes none the lamer

The world goes none the lamer

For ought that I can see,

Because this cursed trouble

Has struck my days and me.

The stars of heaven are steady,

The founded hills remain,

Though I to earth and darkness

Return in blood and pain.

Farewell to all belongings

I won or bought or stole;

Farewell, my lusty carcase,

Farewell, my aery soul.

Oh worse remains for others

And worse to fear had I

Than here at four-and-twenty

To lay me down and die.