Thomas Morley - Thirsis, let pity move thee - текст песни (слова)

Thirsis; let pity, let some pity move thee; 
 thou knowest, O alas, thy Cloris too well doth love thee, 
 then why, O dost thou fly me? 
 I faint alas here must I lie me:
 Cry, alas now for grief since he is bereft thee:
 up the hills down the dales thou seest, dear;
 up the hills down the dales I have not left thee.
 Ah, can these trickling tears, these tears of mine, not procure love? 
 what Shepherd ever killed a Nymph for pure love?
 See, cruel, see the beasts, see their tears they do reward me, 
 yet thou dost not regard me.