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
What if I never speed
Shall I straight yield to despair
And still on sorrow feed
That can no loss repair;
Or shall I change my love
For I find pow'r to depart
And in my reason prove
I can command my heart?
But if she will pity my desire
And my love requite
Then ever shall she live my dear delight
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee
Oft have I dreamed of joy
Yеt I never felt thе sweete
But tired with annoy
My griefs each other greete
Oft have I left my hope
As a wretch by fate forlorn
But Love aims at one scope
And lost will still returne
He that once loves with a true desire
Never can depart
For Cupid is the king of every heart
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee
What if I never speed was written by John Dowland.