From Madrigals to 3, 4, 5 and 6 voices, 1597.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

Cease sorrows now, for you have done the deed,
Lo, care hath now consumed my carcase quite.
No hope is left, no hope can stand instead,
For doleful death doth cut off pleasure quite,
Yet whilst I hear the knolling of the bell,
Before I die I'll sing my faint farewell.