Dowland: First Booke of Songes, 1597 - 3. My thoughts are wing'd with hopes - The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

作曲：John Dowland

My thoughts are wing'd with hopes

My hopes with love

Mount love unto the moon in clearest night

And say

As she doth in the heavens move

In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight：

And whisper this but softly in her ears

Hope oft doth hang the head

And trust shed tears

And whisper this but softly in her ears

Hope oft doth hang the head

And trust shed tears

And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry

If for mistrust my mistress do you blame

Say though you alter

Yet you do not vary

And she doth change

And yet remain the same：

Distrust doth enter hearts

But not infect

And love is sweetest season'd with suspect

Distrust doth enter hearts

But not infect

And love is sweetest season'd with suspect

If she

For this

With clouds do mask her eyes

And make the heavens dark with her disdain

With windy sighs

Disperse them in the skies

Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain

Thoughts

Hopes

And love return to me no more

Till cynthia shine as she hath done before

Thoughts

Hopes

And love return to me no more

Till cynthia shine as she hath done before