Thomas Morley - Good Love, then fly thou to her - текст песни (слова)

Good Love, then fly thou to her,
 And see if thou canst woo her: 
 Go sweet and turn about her, 
 For sure I die without her. 
 But if she still abhor me
 and will do nothing for me, 
 Sweet Love, this favour do me:
 Return thou never to me.