Thomas Ford - Unto the temple of thy beauty - текст песни (слова)

Unto the temple of thy beautie
 and to the tombe where pittie lies,
 I pilgrim clad with zeale and deuty
 do odder uppe my hart, my eyes
 My hart loe in the quenchlesse fire
 on loves burning altar lies.
 Conducted thither by desire 
 to be beauties sacrifice.
 
 But pity on thy sable hearse,
 Mine eyes the tears of sorrow shed;
 What though tears cannot fate reverse
 Yet are they duties to the dead.
 O mistress, in thy sanctuary
 Why wouldst thou suffer cold disdain
 To use his frozen cruelty
 And gentle pity to be slain?
 
 Pity that to thy beauty fled
 and with thy beauty should have lived,
 Ah, in thy heart lies buried
 And nevermore may be revived
 Yet this last favour, dear, extend
 To accept these vows, these tears I shed
 Duties which pilgrim send
 To beauty living, pity dead.