Thomas Morley - Now must I die recureless - текст песни (слова)

Now must I die, alas, recureless,
 When faith is thus regarded, 
 and poor Love alas unkindly is thus rewarded.
 O grief, alas, O who may abide it? 
 Hold out, break not heart, O hide it:
 O Nature cruel witty,
 beauty so to make sans pity. 
 Farewell, adieu with this your love unfeigned: 
 I die alas, through your disdain constrain'd. 
 O grief; beauty and no, no pity. 
 Farewell, adieu with this your love unfeigned, 
 I die alas, through your disdain constrained.