Luyện nghe bài hát Come again - First Booke of Songes, 1597, no17

Come again! sweet love now invite
Thy graces that
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! that I may to mourn
Through thy disdain;
For now and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In pain and endless misery.

All the day the sun that me shine
By frowns doth me pine
And feeds me with
Her smiles, my that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the of my woe.

All the night my are full of dreams,
My eyes are of streams.
My takes no delight