John Dowland - Love those beams that breed - текст песни (слова)

Love those beames that breede, all day long breed, and feed, this burning:
 Love I quench with flouds,
 flouds of teares, nightly teares and mourning.
 But alas teares coole this fire in vaine,
 The more I quench, the more there doth remaine.
 Ile goe to the woods, and alone, make my moane, oh cruell:
 For I am deceiv'd and bereav'd of my life, my jewell,
 O but in the woods, though Love be blinde,
 Hee hath his spies, my secret haunts to finde.
 Love then I must yeeld to thy might, might and spight oppressed,
 Since I see my wrongs, woe is me, cannot be redressed.
 Come at last, be friendly Love to me,
 And let me not, endure this miserie.