1 Come chearfull day, :||: part of my life, to mee :
For while thou view'st me with thy fading light,
Part of my life doth still depart with thee,
And I still onward haste to my last night.
Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye,
So eu'ry day we liue, a day wee dye.
2 But O yee nights ordain'd for barren rest,
How are my dayes depriu'd of life in you,
When heauy sleepe my soule hath dispossest,
By fayned death life sweetly to renew ?
Part of my life in that you life denye,
So eu'ry day we liue a day wee dye.
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