Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn,
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled,
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days,
My weary days of all joys have deprived
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown,
And fear and grief and pain for my desserts,
For my desserts are my hopes, since hope is gone
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Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite