Thomas Morley - Lady, if I through grief - текст песни (слова)

Lady, if I through grief and your disdaining:
 Judged be to live in hell eternally remaining:
 Of those my burning flames, well shall I rest contented:
 O but you I wail, who there must be tormented. 
 For when I shall behold you, alone your eyes will so delight me, 
 that no great pain can once affright me;
 But this alas O would have killed me do not doubt you,
 there to have been alone without you.