The firste booke of Songes or Ayres of fowre partes with Tableture for the Lute So made that all the partes together, or either of them seuerally may be song to the Lute, Orpherian or Viol de gambo. Composed by John Dowland ... Also an inuention by the sayd Author for two to playe vpon one Lute |
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IIII. If my complaints could passions mooue
If my complaints could passions mooue,
Or make loue see wherein I suffer wrong:
My passions weare enough to prooue,
That my despayrs had gouernd me to long,
O loue I liue and dye in thee
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in mee
Or make loue see wherein I suffer wrong:
My passions weare enough to prooue,
That my despayrs had gouernd me to long,
O loue I liue and dye in thee
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in mee
Thy griefe in my deepe sighes still speakes,
Yet thou doest hope when I despaire,
And when I hope thou makst me hope in vaine.
My hart for thy vnkindnes breakes,
Thou saist thou canst my harmes repaire.
Yet for redresse thou letst me still complaine.
Yet thou doest hope when I despaire,
And when I hope thou makst me hope in vaine.
My hart for thy vnkindnes breakes,
Thou saist thou canst my harmes repaire.
Yet for redresse thou letst me still complaine.
Can loue be ritch and yet I want,
Is loue my iudge and yet am I condemn'd?
Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant,
Thou made a god, and yet thy power contemn'd.
That I do liue it is thy power,
That I desire it is thy worth,
Is loue my iudge and yet am I condemn'd?
Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant,
Thou made a god, and yet thy power contemn'd.
That I do liue it is thy power,
That I desire it is thy worth,
If loue doth make mens liues too sowre
Let me not loue, nor liue henceforth:
Die shall my hopes, but not my faith,
That you that of my fall may hearers be
May here despaire, which truly saith,
I was more true to loue, then loue to me.
Let me not loue, nor liue henceforth:
Die shall my hopes, but not my faith,
That you that of my fall may hearers be
May here despaire, which truly saith,
I was more true to loue, then loue to me.
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