And shall I weep that Love's no more,
And magnify his reign?
Sure never mortal man before,
Would have his grief again.
Farewell the long continued ache,
The days adream, the nights awake,
I will rejoice and merry make, 
And never more complain.
King Love is dead and gone for aye,
Who ruled with might and main,
For with a bitter word one day,
I found my tyrant slain,
And he in heathenesse was bred,
Nor ever was baptized, 'tis said,
Nor is of any creed,
and dead Can never rise again.