Francis Pilkington - Palaemon and his Sylvia - текст песни (слова)

Palaemon and his Sylvi'a forth must walk, 
 of passions past and divers things to talk. 
 He sighs she weeps, they kiss and both complain, 
 and both of them would something utter fain. 
 But voice and words were to them both denied, 
 for they had nought to say that was not said.