Lyrics

tired with all these,
for restful death lcry.
ash to behold,
desert a beggar born,
and needy nothing.
trimmed in jollity.
tired with all these,
from these would i be gone.
save to the die,
i live my love alone.
and purest faith unhappily forsworn.
and gilded honor shamefully misplaced.
and simple truth miscalled simplicity.
goner-die!!!
goner-die!!!