John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
John Dowland
Rest awhile, you cruel cares
Be not more severe than love
Beauty kills and beauty spares
And sweet smiles sad sighs remove:
Laura, fair queen of my delight
Come grant me love in love's despite
And if I fail ever to honour thee
Let this heavenly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me
If I speak, my words want weight
Am I mute, my heart doth break
If I sigh, she fears deceit
Sorrow then for me must speak:
Cruel unkind, with favour view
The wound that first was made by you:
And if my torments feigned be
Let this heavenly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me
Never hour of pleasing rest
Shall revive my dying gost
Till my soul hath repossess'd
The sweet hope which love hath lost:
Laura redeem the soul that dies
By fury of thy murdering eyes:
And if it prove unkind to thee
Let this heavenly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me