Thomas Morley - Joy, joy doth so arise - текст песни (слова)

Joy, joy doth so arise and so content, content me,
 when I but see thee, O my life's fair treasure.
 Joy, joy doth so arise and so content, content me,
 That seeing makes me blind alas through too great pleasure. 
 But if such blinding, sweet Love, doth so delight thee, 
 Come, Love, and more thus, yet and yet more, 
 blind me still and spite me.