Goner

tired with all these, 
for restful death lcry. 
ash to behold, 
desert a beggar born, 
and needy nothing. 
trimmed in jollity. 
tired with all these, 
from these would i be gone. 
save to the die, 
i live my love alone. 
and purest faith unhappily forsworn. 
and gilded honor shamefully misplaced. 
and simple truth miscalled simplicity. 
goner-die!!! 
goner-die!!!