Break not the fast, my Love, till morning rise

And therewith rise all mournings, cries and sighs.

Feast upon Heaven’s feast that satisfies

The hung’ring soul, which in the belly lies,

Whence all Passion’s desires doth arise,

Which must be subjected to that demise

Of the Passion of our Lord and Christ,

Whose loud lamentations forever rise,

Mingled with His sufferings and His sighs,

Which be the bread and wine that satisfies

That which in the depths of the belly lies

And thence the waters of life there arise

To everlasting life from the demise

Of our Lord and our Savior, Jesus Christ.