Farewell Unkind, Farewell.

Farewell unkind farewell,

to me no more a father

The wealth which thou dost reap

another's hand must gather

Though my heart

my heart still lies buried there

'Tis not the vain desire

of human fleeting beauty

Makes my mind to live

though my means do die

Nor do I Nature wrong,

though I forget my duty:

Love not in the blood

but in the spirit doth lie

Then farewell,

then farewell, O farewell

Welcome, my love,

welcome, my joy forever.

 

John Dowland,
in The Third and Last Booke
of Songs or Aires, 1603.