Second book, 16: Woeful heart. [Neapolitan translation]

Wofull heart with griefe oppressed

since my fortunes most distressed,

from my Joyes hath mee removed,

Follow those sweet eyes adorned,

those sweet eyes wherein are stored,

all my pleasures best beloved.

Fly my breast, leave mee forsaken,

Wherein Griefe his feare hath taken,

All his arrowes through mee darting,

Thou maist live by hir Sunneshining,

I shall suffer no more pining,

By thy losse, than by hir parting.

• Artist:John Dowland
• Album:The Very Best of English Song.