Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight,
hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares:
O doe not my poore heart affright,
pitty, help now or never,
mark me not to endlesse paine,
alas I am condempned ever,
no hope, no help ther doth remaine,
but downe, down, down I fall,
and arise I never shall.
