Farewell

Go heavy thoughts, and fulfill your duty,
And leave me from all carking care free.
We have too long lived in this world a-wooing,
And too much time in vain do spend a-doing;
But now the time is come
When that which we so long have look'd for, shall be done,
And we shall have our own.

And since our souls being married, we must have
A house to dwell in, let us make that grave
Our wedding-bed, and for our winding-sheet,
A marriage-garment of the cold earth meet.
And no stone to be laid
Upon us both, but in the earth our graves layd.
We shall have our own.

But if the earth that closeth up our graves,
Be not a marriage-bed, and our shroud waves;
Then let us weep and rage,
And not be pleased with what the earth hath, being no other
Than the shadow of our woe.
But this is not the worst, for we have reason
To weep and rage, because we shall have no other
Than the shadow of our woe.