Sorrow, stay! 
Lend true repentant tears 
To a woeful wretched wight. 
Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears 0 do not my poor heart affright. 
In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be; 
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me: 
The walls of marble black that moistened still shall weep; 
My music hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly sleep. (Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb, Oh let me living, living die, till death do come)