Welcome, sweet d**h! Go, nightly cares, the enemy to rest, Forbear awhile to vex my grieved sprite; So long your weight hath lain upon my breast That, lo! I live of life bereaved quite: O give me time to draw my wearied breath, Or let me die as I desire the d**h. Welcome, sweet d**h! O life, no life, a hell! Then thus and thus I bid the world farewell. False world, farewell, the enemy to rest, Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite; Free from thy cares I live for ever blest, Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight: Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall amate, Nor fears or tears disturb her happy state: And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue, And thus, and thus, vain world, again adieu!