Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless soul
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, that passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

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Farewell, my pleasure ...  past,
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torment ...  so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell;
Rung is my doleful knell;
For the sound my death doth tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.