Peter Philips - Wherefore sit I complaining? - текст песни (слова)

Wherefore sit I complaining,
 sobs and groanings, out, alas, my disdaining?
 Never this mirth contents me,
 when grief of mind torments me,
 but cease this weeping, fool,
 she does but prove thee;
 comfort false, hence, away,
 for thou cans't not move me,
 and you that saw too much,
 mine eyes, shall dearly buy it.
 Still thus to weep forever 
 your fountains shall persevere.
 O eyes that did espy it.
 False comfort, hence,
 for thou cans't never ease me,
 away, I say, thou cans't not please me.
 Phyllis, I cry, for want of dying.