Album: other songs

Woeful Heart With Grief Oppressed

Woeful heart with grief oppressed
since my fortune most distressed
from my joys hath me removed
Follow those sweet eyes adored
those sweet eyes wherein are stored
all my pleasures best beloved

Fly, my breast, leave me forsaken
Wherein grief his seat hath taken
all his arrows through me darting
Thou mayst live by her sunshining
I shall suffer no more pining
by thy loss than by her parting