Пёрселл Генри - O solitude, my sweetest choice, Z 406 - текст песни (слова)

O, how I solitude adore!
 That element of noblest wit,
 Where I have learnt Apollo's lore,
 Without the pains to study it.
 For thy sake I in love am grown
 With what thy fancy does pursue;
 But when I think upon my own,
 I hate it for that reason too,
 Because it needs must hinder me
 From seeing and from serving thee.
 O solitude, O how I solitude adore!