1
Flye from the world O fly thou poor distrest,
Where thy diseased sence infectes thy soule
And wher thy thoghts do multiply vnrest,
Trobling with wishes what they straight controule
O worlde, O worlde betrayers of the mind,
O thoughts, O thoughts that guide vs being blinde.
2
Come therefore Care Conduct me to my end,
And steere this shipwracke Carcase to the graue:
My sighes a strong and stedfast wind will lende,
Teares wet the sayles, repentance from rockes saue.
Haile death, hayle death, the land I do descry,
Strike sayle, go soule, rest followes them that dye.