Full Lyrics
Die now, my heart from thy delight exiled:
thy love is dead and all our hope beguiled.
O Death, unkind and cruel,
to rob the world so of that her fairest jewel.
Now shoot at me, now shoot and spare not,
kill me I care not.
Think not, O Death, alas thy dart shall pain me;
why shouldst thou here against my will retain me?
O hear a doleful wretches crying,
or I die, I die for want of dying.
