The king is dead

And shall I weep that Love's no more,

And magnify his reign?

Sure never mortal man before,

Would have his grief again.

Farewell the long continued ache,

The days adream, the nights awake,

I will rejoice and merry make,

And never more complain.

King Love is dead and gone for aye,

Who ruled with might and main,

For with a bitter word one day,

I found my tyrant slain,

And he in heathenesse was bred,

Nor ever was baptized, 'tis said,

Nor is of any creed,

and dead Can never rise again.