| Cease Sorrows Now |
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| Cease, sorrows, now |
| For you have done the deed |
| Lo, Care hath now |
| Consumed my carcase quite |
| No hope is left |
| Nor help can stand instead |
| For doleful death |
| Doth cut oft pleasure quite |
| Yet whilst I hear |
| The knelling of the bell |
| Before I die, I’ll sin |
| Would my conceit |
| That first enforced my woe |
| Or else mine eyes |
| Which still the same increase |
| Might be extinct |
| To end my sorrows so |
| Which now are such |
| As nothing can release |
| Whose life is death |
| Whose sweet each change of sour |
| And eke whose bell reneweth every hour |
