Ay me, the fatal arrow That drives ev'n to the marrow, Cupid from out his quiver Hath pluck'd and pierc'd my liver. The blood through which the fell venom close creepeth, Alas ev'n though mine eyes, my heart outweepeth.
Ay me, the fatal arrow That drives ev'n to the marrow, Cupid from out his quiver Hath pluck'd and pierc'd my liver. The blood through which the fell venom close creepeth, Alas ev'n though mine eyes, my heart outweepeth.