Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest Forbeare a while to vexe my grieued sprite, So long your weight hath lyne vpon my breast, That loe I liue of life bereaued quite, O giue me time to draw my weary breath, Or let me dye, as I desire the death. Welcome sweete death, Oh life, A hell, Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell. False world farewell the enemy to rest, Now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight : Free from thy cares I liue for euer blest, Enioying peace and heauenly true delight. Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate, Nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state. And thus I leaue thy hopes, thy ioyes vntrue, And thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.