Defiled is my name full sore, Through cruel spile and false report; That I may say for evermore, Farewell, my joy 1 adieu I comfort. For wrongfully ye judge me, Unto my frame a mortal wound, Say what ye list, it will not be, Ye seek for that cannot be found. Oh ! death, rock me on sleep, Bring me on quiet rest ; Let pass my very guiltless ghost, Out of my careful breast. Toll on the passing bell, Ring out the doleful knell, Let the sound of my death tell— For I must die— There is no remedy, For now I die. My pains who can express, Alasi they are so strong; , My dolour will not suffer strength My life for to prolong. Toll on the passing bell, Ring out the doleful knell, Let the sound of my death tell— For I must die— There is no remedy, For now I die. Alone, in prison strong, I wail my destiny; Worth, worth, this cruel hap that I Should taste this misery. Toll out the passing bell, Ring out the doleful knell, Let the sound of my death tell—• For I must die— There is no remedy, And now I die. Farewell! my pleasures past, Welcome my present pain ; 1 feci my torments so increase, That life cannot remain. Cease now the passing bell, Rung is my doleful knell, Its solemn sound doth tell, My death is nigh ; There is no remedy, And now I die."