Le Rot est Mort

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 a-dream, 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.