Sorrow stay
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