Томас Морли (2) - Love winged my hopes - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Love wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly
 Far from base earth, but not to mount too high:
 For true pleasure
 Lives in measure,
 Which if men forsake,
 Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.
 But my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight,
 Enamour'd sought to woo the sun's fair light,
 Whose rich brightness
 Moved their lightness
 To aspire so high
 That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie.
 And none but Love their woeful hap did rue,
 For Love did know that their desires were true;
 Though fate frownèd,
 And now drownèd
 They in sorrow dwell,
 It was the purest light of heav'n for whose fair love they fell.