When I observe those beauty's wonderments, Mine eyes, how do you burn! But when those ears, so deaf at my laments, Mine eyes, how do you mourn! Then for my torment, Love, this help devise, Or open her deaf ears, or close mine eyes.
When I observe those beauty's wonderments, Mine eyes, how do you burn! But when those ears, so deaf at my laments, Mine eyes, how do you mourn! Then for my torment, Love, this help devise, Or open her deaf ears, or close mine eyes.