Thomas Morley - Die now, my heart - текст песни (слова)

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.