《Would My Conceit》歌词

[00:00:00] First Booke of Songes, 1597 - Would My Conceit - Rufus Muller/Christopher Wilson

[00:00:00] Written by：John Dowland

[00:00:00] Would my conceit that first enforc'd my woe

[00:00:15] Or else mine eyes which still the same increase

[00:00:28] Might be extinct to end my sorrows so

[00:00:39] Which now are such as nothing can release

[00:00:53] Whose life is death whose wit

[00:00:57] Each change of sour

[00:01:05] And eke whose hell reneweth every hour

[00:01:21] Whose life is death whose with each change of sour

[00:01:34] And eke whose hell reneweth every hour

[00:01:49] Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry

[00:02:04] Each hour I waste and wither where I sit

[00:02:18] But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die

[00:02:29] My hope alas may not enjoy it yet

[00:02:44] Whose hope is such bereaved of the bliss

[00:02:56] Which unto all save me allotted is

[00:03:12] Whose hope is such bereaved of the bliss

[00:03:25] Which unto all save me allotted is

[00:03:40] To all save me is free to live or die

[00:03:54] To all save me remaineth hap or hope

[00:04:08] But all perforce I must abandon it

[00:04:19] Sith fortune still directs my hap a slope

[00:04:33] Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust

[00:04:46] But to my thralls I yield for so I must

[00:05:02] Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust

[00:05:14] But to my thralls I yield for so I must