Томас Морли (2) - Come, Sorrow come - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Come, Sorrow, come; sit down and mourn with me;
 Hang down thy head upon thy baleful breast,
 That God and man and all the world may see
 Our heavy hearts do live in quiet rest.
 Enfold thine arms and wring,
 and wring thy wretched hands,
 to show the state where in poor Sorrow stands.
 
 Cry not outright, for that were children's guise,
 But let thy tears fall trickling down thy face;
 And weep so long until thy blubber'd eyes
 May see, may see the depth of thy disgrace.
 O shake thy head, but not, but not a word but mum;
 The heart once dead, the tongue is stroken dumb.
 
 And let our fare be dishes of despite
 To break our hearts and not our fasts withal;
 Then let us sup with sorrow sops at night
 And bitter sauce, all of a broken gall.
 Thus let us, let us live till heav'n's may rue to see
 The doleful doom ordain'd for thee and me.