Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty shall beside you brow
and dig wounds in your beauty now
Your youth's proud livery so on me
tomorrow will be sealed

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

Cut is the brunch that be grown
with you faith, the treasure of lusty days

Then being asked where all your lies
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the the living should exceed
possessed by heart and hand"

He burns basful shame
She with her tears does the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and blow dry again she seeks

Look how a painter would his life
His art with nature's at strife
In limmming out a well-proportioned
as if the dead the should exceed