Dowland: First Booke of Songes, 1597 - 21. Away with these self-loving lads - The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

作词：Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke

作曲：John Dowland

Away with these self loving lads

Whom cupid's arrow never glads

Away

Poor souls that sigh and weep

In love of those that lie and sleep

For cupid is a meadow god

And forceth none to kiss the rod

For cupid is a meadow god

And forceth none to kiss the rod

God cupids shaft

Like destiny

Doth either good or ill decree

Desert is born out of his bow

Reward upon his foot doth go

What fools are they that have not known

That love like no laws but his own

What fools are they that have not known

That love like no laws but his own

My songs that be of cynthia's praise

I wear her rings on holidays

On every tree I write her name

And ev'ry day I read the same

Where honour cupid's rival is

There miracles are seen of his

Where honour cupid's rival is

There miracles are seen of his

If cynthia crave her ring of me

I blot her name out of a tree

If doubt do darken things held dear

Then well fare nothing once a year

For many run but one must win

Fools only hedge the cuckoo in

For many run but one must win

Fools only hedge the cuckoo in

The worth that worthiness should move is love

Which is the bow of love

And love as well the foster can

As can the mighty noble man

Sweet saint

'Tis true you worhty be

Yet without love naught worth to me

Sweet saint

'Tis true you worhty be

Yet without love naught worth to me

Fools only hedge the cuckoo in