Бёрд Уильям - O sweet deceit - текст песни (слова)

O sweet deceit in speech contained;
 O sugar'd cup, wherein we drink our poison;
 O false disembl'd thoughts of most disdained;
 O subtle seas, that none can sound with reason!
 What Circe can with all her craft and witches,
 More mischief work than men with flatt'ring speeches?
 Like Harpias vile, which poets' feigning graces
 To make the world the more at them to wonder,
 They say these people have fair women's faces
 And claws that tear men's hearts asunder;
 In court they dwell and make their occupation
 To cozen simple folk with adulation.