Giles Farnaby - Lady, when I behold your passions - текст песни (слова)

Lady, when I behold your passions, 
 so divers and so oft constrained, 
 up on such slight or no occasions, 
 as though you were with grief sore pained, 
 I enter into these persuasions: 
 A man might sail from Trent unto Danube, 
 and yet not find so strange a piece as you be.