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

Can she excuse my wrongs Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good she proves unkind?
Are those fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the where no fruit I find?

No, no, where do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy be dimmed
love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the swim
Wilt thou be abused still
Seeing she will right thee never?
If thou not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless

Wilt thou be thus still
Seeing she will right thee never?
If cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless

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 which Reason is
It is will that Love should be just
Dear, make me happy by granting this
Or cut off delays if I die must
a thousand times to die
Than for to live still tormented
Dear, but it was I
Who for thy did die contented

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