Cease Sorrows Now

Cease, sorrows, now
For you have done the deed
Lo, Care hath now
Consumed my carcase quite

No hope is left
Nor help can stand instead
For doleful death
Doth cut oft pleasure quite

Yet whilst I hear
The knelling of the bell
Before I die, I'll sin

Would my conceit
That first enforced my woe
Or else mine eyes
Which still the same increase

Might be extinct
To end my sorrows so
Which now are such
As nothing can release

Whose life is death
Whose sweet each change of sour
And eke whose bell reneweth every hour