Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come,
if you bee deafe I must prove dumb.
Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love,
when envious eyes time shal remove.
If thy desire ever...×èòàòü äàëüøå
Àíñàìáëü `Consort of Musicke` (Âåëèêîáðèòàíèÿ)Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come,
if you bee deafe I must prove dumb. Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love, when envious eyes time shal remove. If thy desire ever...×èòàòü äàëüøå
Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come,
Ñêà÷àòü íîòû
if you bee deafe I must prove dumb. Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love, when envious eyes time shal remove. If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay, no danger could stand in thy way. O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe that languish here, wanting relief. What need wee languish? can love quickly flie: feare ever hurts more than jealousie. Then securely envie scorning, let us end with joy our mourning, jealousie still defie, and love till we die. Õ Ñâåðíóòü |
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