Thomas Weelkes - What have the Gods / Me thinks I hear - текст песни (слова)

What have the Gods, the Gods their consort sent from heav'n, 
 To charm my senses with heav'ns harmony, 
 Care they for me, of all my joys bereaven, 
 Send they heav'n's choir, to make me melody, 
 Blessing me, with Music's felicity?
 If it be so, great may your godheads be, 
 And greater still to ease my misery.
 
 Methinks I hear Amphion's warbling strings, 
 Arion's harp, distilling silv'ring sound,
 Orpheus' mean Lute with all in order brings, 
 And with soul pleasing Music doth abound, 
 Whilst that old Phemius softly plays the ground, 
 O sweet consort, great may your comfort be, 
 And greater still, to ease my misery.