Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace?
Shall I pray shall I prove?
Shall I strive to a heav`nly joy,
With an earthly love?
Shall I think that a bleeding heart
Or a wounded eye,
Or a sigh can...Читать дальше
Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace?
Shall I pray shall I prove? Shall I strive to a heav`nly joy, With an earthly love? Shall I think that a bleeding heart Or a wounded eye, Or a sigh can...Читать дальше
Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace?
Shall I pray shall I prove? Shall I strive to a heav`nly joy, With an earthly love? Shall I think that a bleeding heart Or a wounded eye, Or a sigh can ascend the clouds, To attain so high? Silly wretch, forsake these dreams Of a vain desire, O bethink what high regard Holy hopes do require. Favour is as fair as things are, Treasure is not bought, Favour is not won with words, Nor the wish of a thought. Justice gives each man his own, Though my love be just, Yet will not she pity my grief, Therefore die I must. Silly heart then yield to die Perish in despair, Witness yet how fain I die, When I die for the fair. Х Свернуть Выводить записи: по популярности | по рейтингу исполнителя | по алфавиту |
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