Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty nights shall you brow
and dig deep in your beauty now
Your youth's proud livery so on me
will be darkened sealed

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

Cut is the brunch might be grown
with you faith, the of your lusty days

Then being asked where all beauty lies
I say it to your eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed
possessed by heart and hand"

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

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