A Pilgrimes Solace n. 5: Shall I Strive With Words to Move. lyrics

1.

Shall I Strive With Words to Move.

when deedes receive not due regard?

Shall I speake, and neyther please,

nor be freely heard?

2.

Griefe alas though all in vaine,

her restlesse anguish must reveale:

Shee alone my wound shall know,

though shee will not heale.

3.

All woes have end, though a while delaid,

our patience proving.

Oh that time's strange effects

could but make her loving.

4.

Stormes calme at last, and why may not

shee leave off her frowning?

Oh sweet Love, help her hands

My affection crowning.

5.

I woo’d her, I lov’d her,

and none but her admire.

O come deare joy,

and answere my desire.

• Artist:John Dowland
• Album:Music of the Spheres, English Consort Songs and Instrumental Music, 16th Century.