| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Go, Nightly Cares | | Anonymous |
| | | GO, 1 nightly cares, the enemy to rest, | |
| Forbear a while to vex my wearied sprite; | |
| So long your weight hath lain upon my breast | |
| That, lo! I live of life bereavèd quite: | |
| O give me time to draw my wearied breath, | 5 |
| Or let me die as I desire the death. | |
| Welcome, sweet Death! O life, no life, a hell! | |
| Then thus and thus I bid the world farewell! | |
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| False world, farewell, the enemy to rest, | |
| Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite; | 10 |
| Free from thy cares I live forever blest, | |
| Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight: | |
| Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall amate, 2 | |
| Nor fears or tears disturb her happy state: | |
| And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue, | 15 |
| And thus, and thus, vain world, again adieu! | |
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