Cease Sorrows Now (Die Verbannten Kinder Evas)

Cease, sorrows, now, For you have done the deed, Lo, Care hath now Consumed my carcase quite. No hope is left, Nor help can stand instead, For doleful death Doth cut oft pleasure quite. Yet whilst I hear The knelling of the bell, Before I die, I'll sin Would my conceit, That first enforced my woe, Or else mine eyes Which still the same increase, Might be extinct, To end my sorrows so Which now are such As nothing can release, Whose life is death Whose sweet each change of sour, And eke whose bell reneweth every hour.