Necessary

Ever weaker beats my slowing heart
and all my strength of me shall take its leave
Look I now back upon my life's disgrace
and the circumstances of my wat'ry fate.
I did not myself throw to Neptune, Lord
for he would never house so wretch'd a soul
not did I in a tankard my sweet release find
for drink would not my love revive.
Nay, my deluge of tears did end my pining quick
my body, now as the desert dry
will cry no longer for your Grace and beauty divine.
My heart doth now beat slowly to a stop,
and lingerst you, til the last, within my thoughts.