Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourne
There nights black bird hir sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorne

Downe, vaine lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despaire their lost fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose

Never may my woes be relieved
Since pity is fled
And tears and sighs and groanes my weary dayes
My weary dayes
Of all joys have deprived

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is throwne
And feare and griefe and paine for my deserts
For my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone

Hark! You shadowes that in darkness dwell
Learne to contemne light
Happie, happie they that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite

Hark! You shadowes that in darkness dwell
Learne to contemne light
Happie, happie they that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite