Flow, My Tears

Flow my tears
Fall from your springs!
Exilde forever
Let me morne
Where night's black bird hir
Sad infamy sings
There let me live
For-lorne
Downe vaine lights
Shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough
For those
That in despaire their
Lost for tuns de-plore
Light doth but shame
Disclose
Never may my woes be relieved
Since pity is fled
And teares
and sighes
and grones
My wearie dayes
My wearie dayes
Of all joyes have deprived
From the highest spire
of contentment
My fortune is throwne
And feare
and griefe
and paine
For my deserts
For my deserts
Are my hopes
since hope is gone
Harke you shadowes
that in darcknesse dwell
Learne to contemne light
Happie, happie they that in hell
Feele not the world's despite
Harke you shadowes
that in darcknesse dwell
Learne to contemne light
Happie, happie they that in hell
Feele not the world's despite