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

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

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

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

All the night my sleeps are of dreams,
My are full of streams.
My heart no delight