Is there no pity sitting in the clouds    That sees into the bottom of my grief?    Oh, sweet my mother cast me not away,    Delay this mariage for a month, a week!    Or if you do not make the bridal bed    In that dim monument where Tybalt lies!    Or if you do not make the bridal bed    In that dim monument where Tybalt lies!       My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven    How shall this faith return again to earth    Unless that husband send it back to me from heaven    By leaving earth, by leaving earth       God`s bread, it makes me mad    Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play    God`s bread, it makes me mad    Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play      Nothing is Impossible!