Can she excuse my wrongs with virtue’s cloak?
shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No,... Читать дальше

Can she excuse my wrongs with virtue’s cloak?
shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No, no: where shadows do for bodies stand,
thou may’st be abused if thy sight be dim.
Cold love 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 never?
if thou canst not overcome her will,
thy love will be thus fruitless ever.

Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire:
If she this deny what can granted be?

If she will yield to that which reason is,
It is reasons will that love should be just.
Dear make me happy still by granting this,
Or cut off delays if that I die must.

Better a thousand times to die,
then for to live thus still tormented:
Dear but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented.

Х Свернуть

Now, o, now, I needs must part,
parting though I absent mourn.
Absence can no joy impart,
joy, once fled, cannot return.
While I live I needs must love,
Love lives not when hope is gone:
Now,... Читать дальше

Now, o, now, I needs must part,
parting though I absent mourn.
Absence can no joy impart,
joy, once fled, cannot return.
While I live I needs must love,
Love lives not when hope is gone:
Now, at last, despair doth prove,
Love divided loveth none.
Sad despair doth drive me hence,
this despair unkindness sends.
If that parting be offence,
it is she which then offends!

Dear, when from thee I am gone,
Gone are all my joys at once.
I loved thee and thee alone,
in whose love I joyed once.
And, although your sight I leave,
sight wherein my joys do lie,
`Till that Death do sense bereave,
never shall affection die.
Sad despair…

Dear, if I do not return,
Love and I shall die together.
For my absence never mourn,
whom you might have joined ever.
Part we must, though now I die,
Die I do to part with you;
Him despair doth cause to lie,
who both loved and dieth true.
Sad despair…

Х Свернуть

Burst forth, my tears, assist my forward grief,
And show what pain imperious Love provokes.
Kind tender lambs, lament Love`s scant relief
And pine, since pensive Care my freedom yokes.
O pine... Читать дальше

Burst forth, my tears, assist my forward grief,
And show what pain imperious Love provokes.
Kind tender lambs, lament Love`s scant relief
And pine, since pensive Care my freedom yokes.
O pine to see me pine, my tender flocks.


Sad, sad pining Care, that never may have peace,
At Beauty`s gate in hope of pity knocks.
But Mercy sleeps while deep Disdain increase,
And Beauty Hope in her fair bosom locks.
O grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.

Like, like to the winds my sighs have winged been,
Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks.
I plead, yet she repineth at my teen.
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks,
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.

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Go crystal tears, like to the morning showers,
And sweetly weep into thy lady`s breast.
And as the dews revive the drooping flow`rs.
So let your drops of pity be address`d
To quicken up the... Читать дальше

Go crystal tears, like to the morning showers,
And sweetly weep into thy lady`s breast.
And as the dews revive the drooping flow`rs.
So let your drops of pity be address`d
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert,
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart.

Haste, restless sighs, and let your burning breath
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart,
Whose frozen rigour, like forgetful Death,
Feels never any touch of my desert,
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.

Х Свернуть

1. Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls... Читать дальше

1. Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss,
Eyes were made for beauty`s grace,
Viewing, rueing love`s long pain
Procur`d by beauty`s rude disdain.

2. Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, Staying in the grove
To entertain the stealth of love.
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying in desire
Wing`d with sweet hopes and heav`nly fire.

3. Come away, come sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty`s grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the riverside
And the fair Cyprian flow`rs newblown
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure love`s delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight!

Х Свернуть

1.
All ye whom Love or Fortune hath betrayed,
All ye that dream of bliss, but live in grief,
All ye whose hopes are ever more delay`d,
All ye whose sighs or sickness wants relief:
Lend ears... Читать дальше

1.
All ye whom Love or Fortune hath betrayed,
All ye that dream of bliss, but live in grief,
All ye whose hopes are ever more delay`d,
All ye whose sighs or sickness wants relief:
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.

2.
Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both, tyrant-like, enforce me to complain,
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.

Х Свернуть

1. Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

2. Come again! that... Читать дальше

1. Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

2. Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

3. All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the winter of my woe.

4. All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
And mark the stormes are me assign`d.

5. But alas, my faith is ever true,
Yet will she never rue
Nor yield me any grace;
Her Eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom tears nor truth may once invade.

6. Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
For I, that do approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
Do tempt while she for triumphs laughs.

Х Свернуть

1. Come heavy sleep, the image of true death;
and close up these my weary weeping eies:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
and tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries:
Com... Читать дальше

1. Come heavy sleep, the image of true death;
and close up these my weary weeping eies:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
and tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries:
Com and possess my tired thoughts, worne soule,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.

2. Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to death, child to blakefact night:
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.

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I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep,
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can... Читать дальше

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep,
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare,
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.

O fairer than aught else,
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve,
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels,
Tears kills the heart.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty`s overthrow.

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Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night`s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No... Читать дальше

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night`s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world`s despite.

Х Свернуть

Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight,
hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares:
O doe not my poore heart affright,
pitty, help now or never,
mark me... Читать дальше

Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight,
hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares:
O doe not my poore heart affright,
pitty, help now or never,
mark me not to endlesse paine,
alas I am condempned ever,
no hope, no help ther doth remaine,
but downe, down, down I fall,
and arise I never shall.

Х Свернуть

For Queen Elizabeth I

Time stands still with gazing on her face,
stand still and gaze for minutes, houres and yeares, to her give place:
All other things shall change, but shee remaines the... Читать дальше

For Queen Elizabeth I

Time stands still with gazing on her face,
stand still and gaze for minutes, houres and yeares, to her give place:
All other things shall change, but shee remaines the same,
till heavens changed have their course & time hath lost his name.
Cupid doth hover up and downe blinded with her faire eyes,
and fortune captive at her feete contem’d and conquerd lies.

When fortune, love, and time attend on
Her with my fortunes, love, and time, I honour will alone,
If bloudlesse envie say, dutie hath no desert.
Dutie replies that envie knowes her selfe his faithfull heart,
My setled vowes and spotlesse faith no fortune can remove,
Courage shall shew my inward faith, and faith shall trie my love.

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For Queen Elizabeth

Behold a wonder here
Love hath receiv’d his sight
which manie hundred yeares,
hath not beheld the light.

Such beames infused be
By Cinthia in his eyes,
As first have... Читать дальше

For Queen Elizabeth

Behold a wonder here
Love hath receiv’d his sight
which manie hundred yeares,
hath not beheld the light.

Such beames infused be
By Cinthia in his eyes,
As first have made him see,
And then have made him wise.

Love now no more will weepe
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleepe,
Nor sigh for them that smile.

So powrefull is the beautie
That Love doth now behold,
As love is turn’d to dutie,
That’s neither blind nor bold.

This Beautie shewes her might,
To be of double kind,
In giving love his sight
And striking folly blind.

Х Свернуть

For Queen Elizabeth I

Say, Love if ever thou didst find,
A woman with a constant mind,
None but one,
And what should that rare mirror be,
Some goddess or some queen is she,
She and only... Читать дальше

For Queen Elizabeth I

Say, Love if ever thou didst find,
A woman with a constant mind,
None but one,
And what should that rare mirror be,
Some goddess or some queen is she,
She and only she,
She only queen of love and beauty.

But could thy fiery poison`d dart
At no time touch her spotless heart
Nor come near?
She is not subject to Love`s bow,
Her eye commands, her heart saith `No`,
No and only no
One no another still doth follow.

How might I that fair wonder know
That mocks desire with endless no
See the moon
That ever in one change doth grow
Yet still the same and she is so
So and only so
From Heav`n her virtues she doth borrow

To her then yield thy shafts and bow,
That can command affections so:
Love is free,
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
There is no queen of love but she,
She and only she,
She only queen of love and beauty.

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Опубликована в сборнике лютневых песен разных авторов `A Musical Banquet` Робертом Доулендом, сыном композитора.

In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, // (Во тьме позволь мне... Читать дальше

Опубликована в сборнике лютневых песен разных авторов `A Musical Banquet` Робертом Доулендом, сыном композитора.

In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, // (Во тьме позволь мне обитать...)
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist`ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me living die, till death doth come, till death doth come.

Х Свернуть

Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?

Griefe alas though all in vaine,
her restlesse anguish must... Читать дальше

Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?

Griefe alas though all in vaine,
her restlesse anguish must reveale:
Shee alone my wound shall know,
though shee will not heale.

Х Свернуть