Me me and none but me, dart home O gentle death, And quicklie, for I draw too long this idle breath. O howe I long till I may fly to heau'n aboue, Unto my faithfull, beloved turtle doue. Like to the siluer Swanne, before my death I sing : And yet aliue my fatal knell I helpe to ring. Still I desire from earth and earthly ioyes to flie, He neuer happie liu'd, that cannot loue to die.Close