John Dowland - Come when I call, or tarrie till I come - текст песни (слова)

Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come,
 if you bee deafe I must prove dumb.
 Stay a while my heavn'ly joy, I come with wings of love,
 when envious eyes time shal remove.
 If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay,
 no danger could stand in thy way.
 O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe
 that languish here, wanting relief.
 What need wee languish? can love quickly flie:
 feare ever hurts more than jealousie.
 Then securely envie scorning,
 let us end with joy our mourning,
 jealousie still defie,
 and love till we die.