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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V. Can shee excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
Can shee excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake:
Shall I call her good when she proues vnkind
Are those cleere fiers which vannish in to smoake:
Must I praise the leaues where no fruit I find.
Shall I call her good when she proues vnkind
Are those cleere fiers which vannish in to smoake:
Must I praise the leaues where no fruit I find.
No no where shadowes do for bodies stand,
Thou maist be abusde if thy sight be dime
Cold loue is like to words written on sand,
Or to bubbles which on the water swim.
Thou maist be abusde if thy sight be dime
Cold loue is like to words written on sand,
Or to bubbles which on the water swim.
Wilt thou be thus abused still,
Seeing that she will right thee neuer
If thou canst not ore come her will,
Thy loue will be thus fruitles euer
Seeing that she will right thee neuer
If thou canst not ore come her will,
Thy loue will be thus fruitles euer
Was I so base that I might not aspire
Vnto those high ioyes which she houlds frō me,
As they are high so high is my desire,
If she this deny what can granted be.
Vnto those high ioyes which she houlds frō me,
As they are high so high is my desire,
If she this deny what can granted be.
If she will yeeld to that which reason is,
It is reasons will that loue should be iust,
Deare make me happie still by granting this,
Or cut of delayes if that dye I must.
It is reasons will that loue should be iust,
Deare make me happie still by granting this,
Or cut of delayes if that dye I must.
Better a thousand times to dye
Then for to liue t{hus} still tormented,
Deare but remem{ber} it was I
Who for thy sake did dye contented.
Then for to liue t{hus} still tormented,
Deare but remem{ber} it was I
Who for thy sake did dye contented.
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