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XVII. I must complain - The Consort Of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

Written by：John Dowland

I must complain yet do enjoy enjoy my love

She is too fair too rich in beauty's parts

Thence is my grief for nature while she strove

With all her graces and divinest arts

To form her too too beautiful of hue

She had no leisure she had no leisure

No leisure left to make her true

She had no leisure she had no leisure

No leisure left to make her true

Should I agrieved and wish she were she were less fair

That were repugnant to my own desires

She is admired new suitors still repair

That kindles daily love's forgetful fires

Rest jealous thoughts and thus resolve at last

She hath more beauty she hath more beauty

More beauty than becomes the chaste

She hath more beauty she hath more beauty

More beauty than becomes the chaste