Rest a while, you cruel cares,
Be not more severe than love.
Beauty kills and beauty spares,
And sweet smiles that sighs re
move.
An d if I ever fail to honour thee,
let this heavenly light I see
be as dark as hell to me.
Let this heavenly light I see
be as dark as hell to me.
If I speak, my words won't wait,
and I mute my heart of break.
If I sigh, she fears deceit,
Sorrow then for me must speak.
Cruel, unkind, with favour few,
The wound that first was made by you,
And if my torments ever fain had been,
Let this heavenly night, I sing,
Be as dark as hell to me.
When this heavenly night I see,
this dark as hell to me,
Never hour of bliss in rest
shall revive my dying ghost.
To my soul hath repossessed
This which hope, which love hath lost.
Lord, I redeem the soul that dies,
My fury, O, thy martyr in lies,
And if it ever proves unkind to thee,
Let this heaven be light, I say,
Be as dark as hell to me.
Let this heavenly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me.