THE SECOND BOOKE
of  S o n g s  or  A y r e s

J O H N   D OVV L A N D

1600

III. Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares.

      Sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
      To a woefull wretched wight,
      Hence dispair with thy tormenting feares:
      O doe not my poor heart affright,
      Pitty, help now or neuer,
      Mark me not to endlesse paine,
      Alas I am condempned euer,
      No hope, no help there doth remain,
      But down, down, down, down I fall,
      Down and arise I never shall.