Thomas Ford - Faire, sweet, cruell - текст песни (слова)

Faire, sweet, cruell, why doest thou flie mee, 
Goe not, oh goe not from thy deerest, 
Though thou doest hasten I am nie thee, 
When thou see'mst farre then am I neerest, O tarrie then and take me with you. 
 
Fie, fie, sweetest here is no danger, 
Flie not, oh flie not loue pursues thee, 
I am no foe, nor forraine stranger, 
Thy scornes with fresher hope renewes me, Tarrie then, &c.