thereof. No mais to you at this time, but that I trust shortly our meetings shall not depend upon other men’s light handlings, but upon our own.
Written with the hand of him that
longeth to be yours.
H. R.
(In water...)
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
For I must...
There is no remedy.
My pains, my pains, who can express?
Alas, they are so strong!
My dolours will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
For I must...
There is no remedy.
Farewell, farewell, my pleasures past!
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torment so increase
That life cannot remain.
(My Lord, my Lord)
(...)(hear me...)