Ah! Cruel Amarillis

Ah! cruel Amarillis, since thou tak-st delight
To hear the accents of a doleful ditty,
To triumph still without remorse or pity;
I loathe this life,death must my sorrow right;
And lest vain hope my miseries renew,
Come quickly,death,
-Reave me of breath,
Ah! cruel Amarillis, adieu.