Robert Parsons - Pour down you powers divine - текст песни (слова)

Pour down you powers divine on me, poor wretch and silly maid,
 Some hope of him to have, my heavy heart to aid.
 Pandolpho, some pity, Pandolpho.
 
 Frame else with fiery flames your force on me, you furious fates,
 Unless my hated heart have help, my hopes are but my hates.
 Pandolpho, some pity, Pandolpho.
 
 Thus restless will I rest, in ruth respecting what remains,
 If pitiless, then pleasureless, if pityful no pain.
 Pandolpho, some pity, Pandolpho.