Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty nights beside you brow
and dig wounds in your beauty now
Your youth's livery so gazed on me
tomorrow be darkened sealed

how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him
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 days

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

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

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