Thomas Campion - Though your strangeness frets my heart - текст песни (слова)

1. Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet may not I complain:
    You persuade me 'tis but art That secret love must feign.
    If another you affect, T'is but a show t'avoid suspect.
    Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
 
 2. Your wish'd sight if I desire, Suspicions you pretend:
    Causeless you yourself retire while I in vain attend.
    This a lover whets you say, Still made more eager by delay.
    Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
 
 3. When another holds your hand, You swear I hold your heart:
    When my rivals close do stand, And I sit far apart.
    I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom, as you say.
    Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
 
 4. Would my rival then I were, Some else your secret friend:
    So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend.
    They enjoy you ev'ry one Yet I must seem your friend alone.
    Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.