Luyện nghe bài hát Can she excuse my wrongs? - The Earl of Essex's Galliard; First Booke

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's
I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires vanish into smoke?
I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No, no, shadows do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be
Cold love is like to written on sand
Or to bubbles on the water swim
Wilt thou be thus abused
Seeing that she will right thee
If cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be fruitless ever

Wilt thou be abused still
Seeing that she will thee never?
If thou cans't not her will
Thy love will be thus ever

Was I so base, I might not aspire
Unto those high which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my
If she deny, what can granted be?

If she will yield to that which is
It is Reason's will that Love should be
Dear, make me still by granting this
Or cut off if that I die must
Better a thousand to die
Than for to thus still tormented
Dear, but it was I
Who for thy did die contented

Better a times to die
Than for to live thus tormented
Dear, but it was I
Who for thy did die contented