Break, ah Break! What pleasure more in Life have I Seeing, that sleeping or awake, I am distraught with misery I take no pleasure in the sun, Would that my Life's sad course were done Aye, would that I might straightway die— Break ah break! For the best of my life is gone by, And no good thing is nigh. 'I am the heart in thee, And my throbbings never cease, Till God lays hands on me. And I bring the lusty blood Be thou happy or ill at ease— Look up, the world is good And thou art too young for release From an over happy lot— And every stroke of mine Is cheering thy soul like wine Although thou knowest not And soon, as the months fly over, So shall thy trouble fade, Thou shalt go again as a lover To woo another maid— And be thou ill at ease Or full of happiness My labours never cease— Till God command me to rest, I give thee strength in thy breast,— In woe or weal no less'