Thomas Morley - Lady, why grieve you still me - текст песни (слова)

Lady, why grieve you still me?
 Lady, O no, you love me.
 If this be love to kill me.
 O strange tormenting:
 break, ah, break alas, heart alas,
 her heart contenting.
 And you that now do disdain me,
 Say then that grief hath slain me.