text: Adieu, farewell, earths bliss;
  This world uncertain is;
  Fond are lifes lustful joys;
  Death proves them all but toys;
  None from his darts can fly;
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us!
  
  Rich men, trust not in wealth,
  Gold cannot buy you health;
  Physic himself must fade.
  All things to end are made,
  The plague full swift goes by;
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us!
  
  Beauty is but a flower
  Which wrinkles will devour;
  Brightness falls from the air;
  Queens have died young and fair;
  Dust hath closed Helens eye.
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us!
  
  Strength stoops unto the grave,
  Worms feed on Hectors brave;
  Swords may not fight with fate,
  Earth still holds ope her gate.
  Come, come! the bells do cry.
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us.
  
  Wit with his wantonness
  Tasteth deaths bitterness;
  Hells executioner
  Hath no ears for to hear
  What vain art can reply.
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us.
  
  Haste, therefore, each degree,
  To welcome destiny;
  Heaven is our heritage,
  Earth but a players stage;
  Mount we unto the sky.
  I am sick, I must die.
     Lord, have mercy on us.