The Consort of Musicke; Anthony Rooley - Dowland - White as Lilies Was Her Face | Текст песни

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• The Consort of Musicke; Anthony Rooley
• Dowland - White as Lilies Was Her Face

White as lilies was her face,
When she smiled,
She beguiled,
Quitting faith with foul disgrace,
Virtue service thus neglected,
Heart with sorrows hath infected.

When I swore my heart her own,
She disdained,
I complained,
Yet she left me overthrown,
Careless of my bitter grieving,
Ruthless bent to no relieving.

Vows and oaths and faith assur'd,
Constant ever,
Changing never,
Yet she could not be procur'd,
To believe my pains exceeding,
From her scant neglect proceeding.

O that love should have the art,
By surmises,
And disguises,
To destroy a faithful heart,
Or that wanton-looking women,
Should reward their friends as foeman.

All in vain is ladies' love,
Quickly chosen,
Shortly loosen,
For their pride is to remove,
Out alas their looks first won us,
And their pride hath straight undone us.

To thyself the sweetest fair,
Thou hast wounded,
And confounded,
Changeless faith with foul despair,
And my service hath envied,
And my succours hath denied.

By thine error thou hast lost,
Heart unfeigned,
Truth unstained,
And the swain that loved most,
More assur'd in love than many
More despis'd in love than any.

For my heart though set at nought,
Since you will it,
Spoil and kill it,
I will never change my thoughts,
But grieve that Beauty e'er was born,
To banish love with froward scorn.