Thomas Morley - In ev'ry place - текст песни (слова)

In ev'ry place fierce Love, alas, assails me, 
And Grief doth so torment me, 
That how can Joy content me, 
When Hope and Faith and all no whit avails me? 
O, gentle Love, O grant me less to grieve me, 
Or grieve me more and grief will soon relieve me.