John Wilbye - When shall my wretched life - текст песни (слова)

When shall my wretched life give place to death?
 That my sad cares may be enforc'd to leave me.
 Come, saddest shadow, stop my vital breath,
 For I am thine, then let not care bereave thee
 Of thy sad thrall but, with thy fatal dart,
 Kill care and me, while care lies at my heart.