Faire if you expect admiring,
Sweet if you prouoke desiring,
Grace deere loue with kinde requiting,
Fond but if the sight be blindnes,
False if thou affect vnkindnes,
Flie both loue and loues delighting,
Then when hope is lost and loue is scorned,
Ile bury my desires, and quench the fires that euer yet in vaine haue burned.
Fates, if you rule louers fortune,
Stars, if men your powers importune,
Yield reliefe by your relenting:
Time, if sorrow be not endles,
Hope made vaine, and pittie friendles,
Helpe to ease my long lamenting.
But if griefes remaine still vnredressed,
I'le flie to her againe, and sue for pittie to renue my hopes distressed.
Words and music by Thomas Campion
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