Now I Am Past All Comforts Here,

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.