Francis Pilkington - Underneath a cypress tree - текст песни (слова)

Underneath a cypress tree
 the queen of love sate mourning;
 calling downe the rosie wreaths
 her heav'nly brow adorninq:
 quenching fiery sighes with teares,
 but yet her heart still burning.
 
 For within the shady mourne,
 the cause of her complaining.
 Mirrha's Sonne the leafy bowers did haunt,
 her love disdaining;
 Counting all her true desires,
 in his fond thoughts but faining.
 
 Why is youth with beauty graft,
 unfeeling judge of unkindnesse?
 Spotting love with the foule report 
 of crueltie and blindnesse,
 forcing to unkind complaints
 the queen of all divinenesse?
 
 Stint thy teares, sea-borne queen,
 and grief in vain lamented;
 When desire hath burnt his heart
 that thee hath discontented;
 Then, too late, the scorne of youth,
 by age shall be repented.