Weep
today I died of misery sweet
but not a tear amongst did weep
and would I not oft but cry for you?
my friends so very dear, so ture
but now departed I stand among you
to look upon my melencoly face
much to take from witness of my own grave
and to look aswell upon your faces sweet
smiling at my lonely corpes below
and wonder fills my grievious heart
to know do you smile for I am gone?
or do you smile for I have gone.
Book 2
