Thomas Morley - False love did me inveigle - текст песни (слова)

False love did me inveigle, 
 And she like to the Eagle,
 Upon my breast, ay tiring,
 Permits me no respiring.
 Then would she once but bill me
 by the lips and so kill me.
 O but Calisto teareth, 
 My heart out like the Bear 
 whose name she beareth.