In Darkness Let Me Dwell

	Sorrow, stay!
	Lend true repentant tears
	To a woeful wretched wight.
	Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears 0 do not my poor heart affright.
	In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be;
	The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me:
	The walls of marble black that moistened still shall weep;
	My music hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly sleep. (Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb, Oh let me living, living die, till death do come)