Love, cease tormenting Love, cease tormenting, My lady is relenting. How can it be so precious a jewel Should harbour thoughts so pitiless and cruel? O no, that breast so dainty Doth not enclose a heart of stone or flinty.
Love, cease tormenting Love, cease tormenting, My lady is relenting. How can it be so precious a jewel Should harbour thoughts so pitiless and cruel? O no, that breast so dainty Doth not enclose a heart of stone or flinty.