Francis Pilkington - O softly singing lute - текст песни (слова)

O softly, softly singing lute,
 See with my tears,
 thou Time do keep,
 Yet softly gentle strings,
 Agree with love, that cannot sleep,
 Sorrow hy'st whenas it sings, 
 When tears do fall, 
 then sighs arise,
 So grief oft shines in most sad eyes,
 Yea love through heart it dies,
 Yea, dies.