Good Night, and Joy be wi' you

How happy's he, whoe'er he be That in his life meets one true friend, Who cordially does sympathise In words, in action, heart and mind. My kind respects do not neglect Altho' my wealth or state be small With a melting heart and a mournful eye I beg the Lord be with you all.

My loving friends, I kiss your hands, For time invites me for to move; On your poor servant lay commands, Who is ambitious of your love. He—whose pow'r and might, both day and night, Governs the depths, makes rain to fall, To sun and moon gives course of light, Direct, protect, defend you all.

I do protest, within my breast. Your memory I'll not neglect; On that record I'll lay arrest, Hell's fury shall not alter it. All I desire of earthly bliss, Is to be freed from guilt or thrall; I hope my God will grant me this: Good night, and joy be with you all.