Classic Poem

Helpless wretch, despair, despair, 2nd Spirit:
Fool to live, why drawst thou air? 1st Spirit:
Friends all are dead, thou hast none. 2nd Spirit:
Those that seem'd, like chaff are blown. 1st Spirit:
Then die, O die,
Die, O die. 2nd Spirit:
Tis better die than live disgrac'd,
Joys and glories all defaced. 1st Spirit:
Thy pride of eyes,
Thy pride of eyes,
Which world of hearts have fired,
Gone is their glory now no more desired. 2nd Spirit:
Then die, O die, 1st Spirit:
Die, O die,
Die to be free, live exempt
And scorn the base world's base contempt.
Come live with us, live with us,
Live with us, with spirits dwell,
Life is a lake of woe, continual hell.