Джон Доуленд (2) - Flow not so fast ye fountaines - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Flow not so fast, ye fountains;
 What needeth all this haste?
 Swell not above your mountains,
 Nor spend your time in waste.
 Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
 Must still fall dropping from their spheres.
 Weep they apace whom Reason
 Or ling'ring Time can ease.
 My sorrow can no Season,
 Nor aught besides, appease.
 Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
 Must still fall dropping from their spheres.
 Time can abate the terror
 Of every common pain;
 But common grief is error,
 True grief will still remain.
 Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
 Must still fall dropping from their spheres.