Can she excuse my wrongs? - Andrew Parrott/Anthony Rooley.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Dowland
[00:00.047]Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
[00:06.295]Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
[00:12.071]Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
[00:18.104]Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
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[00:24.193]No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
[00:29.367]Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dimmed
[00:35.549]Cold love is like to words written on sand
[00:41.411]Or to bubbles which on the water swim
[00:47.435]Wilt thou be thus abused still
[00:50.588]Seeing that she will right thee never?
[00:53.495]If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
[00:56.435]Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
[00:58.510]
[00:59.709]Wilt thou be thus abused still
[01:02.366]Seeing that she will right thee never?
[01:05.263]If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
[01:07.990]Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
[01:10.713]
[01:12.368]Was I so base, that I might not aspire
[01:17.954]Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
[01:24.099]As they are high, so high is my desire
[01:30.076]If she this deny, what can granted be?
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[01:36.977]If she will yield to that which Reason is
[01:42.437]It is Reason's will that Love should be just
[01:48.102]Dear, make me happy still by granting this
[01:54.211]Or cut off delays if that I die must
[02:00.571]Better a thousand times to die
[02:03.922]Than for to live thus still tormented
[02:07.097]Dear, but remember it was I
[02:09.692]Who for thy sake did die contented
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[02:13.430]Better a thousand times to die
[02:15.996]Than for to live thus still tormented
[02:18.786]Dear, but remember it was I
[02:21.733]Who for thy sake did die contented

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作曲 : John Dowland
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dimmed
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the water swim
Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire
If she this deny, what can granted be?
If she will yield to that which Reason is
It is Reason's will that Love should be just
Dear, make me happy still by granting this
Or cut off delays if that I die must
Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented
Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented