I Am Sick, I Must Die (4.5 Reprompt)

Lyrics adapted from the poem "A Litany in Time of Plague" By Thomas Nashe (1592) [Verse 1] Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss This world uncertain is. Fond are life’s lustful joys, Death proves them all but toys. None from his darts can fly. Even kings must kneel and die. [Chorus] I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! No gold, no prayer can buy The breath we borrow thus. The plague rides fast and high I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! [Verse 2] Rich men, trust not in gold, For wealth shall not make bold. Physic himself grows pale No craft of man prevails. The reaper passes by, And none may ask him why. [Chorus] I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Bright beauty droops and dies, And dust veils Helen’s eyes. All glory turns awry I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! [Bridge] Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feast on Hector brave. Swords may not fight with fate The bells call at the gate. “Come, come!” the shadows cry... [Chorus] I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! What wit or art denies, Death finds and crucifies. Mount we unto the sky I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! [Outro] Heaven is our heritage… Earth but a player’s stage… [Outro] Heaven is our heritage… Earth but a player’s stage…