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Sunday, February 14, 2016

John Dowland's "Come Again: Sweet Love Doth Now Invite"

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  1. Come again! sweet love doth now invite
    Thy graces that refrain
    To do me due delight,
    To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
    With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

    Come again! that I may cease to mourn
    Through thy unkind disdain;
    For now left and forlorn
    I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
    In deadly pain and endless misery.

    All the day the sun that lends me shine
    By frowns do cause me pine
    And feeds me with delay,
    Her smiles, my springs that make my joys to grow,
    Her frowns the Winters of my woe.

    All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
    My eyes are full of streams.
    My heart takes no delight
    To see the fruits and joys that some do find
    And mark the storms are me assign'd.

    Out alas, my faith is ever true,
    Yet will she never rue
    Nor yield me any grace,
    Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
    Whom tears nor truth may once invade.

    Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
    Thou canst not pierce her heart,
    For I, that do approve
    By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
    Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.

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