Thomas Morley - O, grief, e'en on the bud - текст песни (слова)

O, grief, e'en on the bud that fairly flowered,
 the sun hath lowered,
 and, ah, that breast which Love durst never venture,
 bold Death did enter.
 Pity, O Heav'ns that have my love in keeping,
 my cries, my cries and weeping.