Джон Доуленд (2) - Stay time a while thy flying - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Stay time a while thy flying,
 Stay and pittie me dying.
 For Fates and friends have left mee,
 And of comfort bereft mee.
 Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
 Then to live thus distressed.
 To whom shall I complaine me,
 When thus friends doe disdaine mee?
 T'is time that must befriend me,
 Drown'd in sorrow to end mee.
 Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
 Then to live thus distressed.
 Teares but augment this fewell,
 I feede by night, (oh cruell)
 Light griefes can speake their pleasure,
 Mine are dumbe passing measure.
 Quicke, quicke, close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
 Then here to live distressed.