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 fires which into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves no fruit I find?

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

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

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

If she will yield to that which is
It is Reason's will that should be just
Dear, make me happy still by this
Or cut off delays if that I die
Better a thousand to die
for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but it was I
Who for thy sake did die

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