A Pilgrimes Solace

Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest,
Forbear awhile to vex my grieved sprite,
So long your weight hath lain upon my breast,
That lo I live of life bereaved quite,
O give me time to draw my weary breath,
Or let me die, as I desire the death.
Welcome sweet death, O life, no life, a hell,
Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell the enemy to rest,
Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite:
Free from thy cares I live for ever blest,
Enjoying peace and heav'nly true delight
Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall abate,
Nor fears nor tears disturb her happy state
And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue,
And thus, and thus vain world again adieu.

Lasso vita mia, mi fa morire,	
Crudel'amor mio cor consume,
Da mille ferite, che mi fa morir.
Ahi me, Deh, che non mi fa morire,
Crudel'amor, mi fa sofrir mille martire.