The world goes none the lamer
  For ought that I can see,
Because this cursed trouble
  Has struck my days and me.
 
The stars of heaven are steady,
  The founded hills remain,
Though I to earth and darkness
  Return in blood and pain.
 
Farewell to all belongings
  I won or bought or stole;
Farewell, my lusty carcase,
  Farewell, my aery soul.
 
Oh worse remains for others
  And worse to fear had I
Than here at four-and-twenty
  To lay me down and die.