Cease Sorrows Now

Cease, sorrows, now,

For you have done the deed,

Lo, Care hath now

Consumed my carcase quite.

No hope is left,

Nor help can stand instead,

For doleful death

Doth cut oft pleasure quite.

Yet whilst I hear

The knelling of the bell,

Before I die, I'll sin

Would my conceit,

That first enforced my woe,

Or else mine eyes

Which still the same increase,

Might be extinct,

To end my sorrows so

Which now are such

As nothing can release,

Whose life is death

Whose sweet each change of sour,

And eke whose bell reneweth every hour.