Luyện nghe bài hát Flow my tears (Lachrimae) - Second Booke of Songes, 1600, no2

Flow my teares fall from springs,
Exilde for ever: Let me
Where nights black bird hir sad sings,
There let me forlorne.

Downe vaine shine you no more,
No are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their fortunes deplore,
Light doth but disclose.

Never may my be relieved,
Since is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and
My wearie days of all joyes deprived.

the highest spire of contentment,
My is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and
For my deserts, are my hopes hope is gone.

Hark you shadowes in darkness dwell,
to contemne light,
Happy that in
Feele not the despite.