Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty nights shall you brow
and dig deep in your beauty now
Your proud livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be sealed

how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured
She found more beauty in his varied

Cut is the brunch that might be
with you faith, the treasure of your lusty

Then being where all your beauty lies
I say it to your deep-sunken
"As if the dead the living exceed
possessed by heavens and hand"

He with basful shame
She with her does quench the maiden
burning off her
Then her windy sighs and golden hands
to fain and blow them dry again she

Look how a painter would his life
His art nature's workmanship at strife
In limmming out a steed
as if the dead the should exceed