Stay Time A While Thy Flying

Stay time a while thy flying,

Stay and pittie me dying.

For fates and friends have left me,

And of comfort bereft me.

Come, come close mine eyes, better to die blessed,

Then to live thus distressed.

To whom shall I complain me,

When thus friends do disdain me ?

T'is time that must befriend me,

Drown'd in sorrow to end me.

Come, come close mine eyes,

better to die blessed,

Then to live thus distressed.

Tears but augment this fuel,

I feed by night, (oh cruel)

Light griefs can speak their pleasure,

Mine are dumb passing measure.

Quick, quick close mine eyes,

better to die blessed,

Then here to live distressed.