All ye whom love of fortune
John dowland
All ye, whom love of fortune hath betray'd
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay'd,
All ye, whose sighs or sickness want relief
Lend ears and teares to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay'd,
All ye, whose sighs or sickness want relief
Lend ears and teares to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.
Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain
But still in vain:for none my plaints will rue.
Teares, sighs and ceaseles s cries alone i spend:
My woe wants comfort , and my sorrow end
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Mais ouvidas de John dowland
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- Think'st Thou then by thy Feigning
- Come again
- I saw my lady weep
- Go Crystal Tears
- Rest Awhile you Cruel Cares
- Come away, Come Sweet Love
- Now, o Now, I Needs must Part
- All Ye Whom Love Of Fortune
- Flow, my tears
- Dear, if you Change
- My Thoughts are Wing'd with Hopes
- Unquiet Thoughts
- Who ever Thinks or Hopes of Love
- Can she Excuse my Wrongs?