Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

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

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

Cut is the that might be grown
you faith, the treasure of your lusty days

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

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

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