John Dowland - Die not before thy day - текст песни (слова)

Die not before thy day, poor man condemned,
 But lift thy low looks from the humble earth,
 kiss not despair and see sweet hope condemned:
 The hag hath no delight, but moan for mirth,
 O fie poor fondling, O fie poor fondling,
 fie, be willing to preserve thyself from killing:
 Hope thy keeper glad to free thee,
 Bids thee go and will not see thee,
 hie thee quickly from thy wrong,
 so she ends her willing song.