Пёрселл Генри - I see she flies me - текст песни (слова)

I see she flies me ev'rywhere, 
Her eyes her scorn discover; 
But what's her scorn or my despair, 
Since 'tis my fate to love her. 
Were she but kind whom I adore, 
I might live longer, but not love her more.  

 Lyrics: John Dryden - (1631-1700)