
时间:1997-02-24
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A shepherd in a shade
His plaining made
Of love and lovers' wrong
Unto the fairest lass that trod on grass
And thus began his song
Since love and fortune will
I honour still
Your fair and lovely eye
What conquest will it be
Sweet nymph for thee
If I for sorrow die
Restore
Restore my heart again
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain
Lest that enforc'd by your disdain
I sing
Fie fie on love
It is a foolish thing
Lest that enforc'd by your disdain
I sing
Fie fie on love
It is a foolish thing
My heart where have you laid
O cruel maid
To kill when you might save
Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth
Without a tomb or grave
O let it be entomb'd and lie
In your sweet mind and memory
Lest I resound on every warbling string
Fie fie on love
That is a foolish thing
Lest I resound on every warbling string
Fie fie on love
That is a foolish thing