When as I did perceiue approching death,
Thus tooke my last farewell with fainting breath.
125.
“Adiew the daies, that did my dole prolong,
Adiew the nights, that vexed me so soare,
Adiew false fortune, cause of all my wrong,
Who laughes to scorne the fame I won of yore,
Adiew O wrongfull world for euermore:
Ye that conspir’d my sorowes to renew
Both daies, nights, fortune, world and all adew.