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 her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no I find?

No, no, where shadows do for stand
Thou may'st be if thy sight be dimmed
Cold is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the swim
Wilt be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee
If thou cans't not her will
Thy will be thus fruitless ever

thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will thee never?
If thou not o'ercome her will
Thy love be thus fruitless ever

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

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