O’ Death be gone from here;
I refuse thy sad affection.
Thy grave mouth offers no console,
Ne’er a cure for mine own affliction
Unless a cure means but an end;
For all thy promise a grant of life a lie
Thou hast no life to lend.
I name thee false friend,
And cast thee from mine side.
Find thee another fool to soothe,
For I am bound to life abide.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
O’ Death be gone from here;
I refuse thy sad affection.
Thy grave mouth offers no console,
Ne’er a cure for mine own affliction
Unless a cure means but an end;
For all thy promise a grant of life a lie
Thou hast no life to lend.
I name thee false friend,
And cast thee from mine side.
Find thee another fool to soothe,
For I am bound to life abide.
