Dowland: First Booke of Songes, 1597 - 11. Come away, come sweet love - The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

作曲：John Dowland

come away come sweet love

the golden morning breaks

all the earth all the air

of love and pleasure speaks:

teach thine arms to embrace

and sweet rosy lips to kiss

and mix our souls in mutual bliss

eyes were made for beauty's grace

viewing rueing love's long pain

procur'd by beauty's rude disdain

come away come sweet love

the golden morning wastes

while the sun from his sphere

his fiery arrows casts

making all the shadows fly

playing staying in the grove

to entertain the stealth of love

thither sweet love let us hie

flying dying in desire

wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire

come away come sweet love

do not in vain adorn

beauty's grace that should rise

like to the naked morn

lilies on the riverside

and the fair cyprian flow'rs newblown

desire no beauties but their own

ornament is nurse of pride

pleasure measure love's delight

haste then sweet love our wished flight