Song - O me the time is come to part

O me the time is come to part,

And with it my life-killing smart

Fond hope leave me my dear must go

To meet more joy, and I more woe;

Where still of mirth enjoy thy fill

One is enough to suffer ill

My heart so well to sorrow used

Can better be by new grief bruised;

Thou whom the heavens themselves like made

Should never sit in mourning shade.

No, I alone must mourn, and end

Who have a life in grief to spend,

My swiftest pace to wailing bent

Shows joy had but some short time lent

To bide in me where woes must dwell,

And charm me with their cruel spell.

And yet when they their witchcrafts try

They only make me wish to die,

But ere my faith in love they change

In horrid darkness will I range.