Shall I Sue?7/26/2018 Shall I sue? Shall I seek for grace? Shall I pray? Shall I prove?
Shall I strive to a heav'nly joy with an earthly love? Shall I think that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye, Or a sigh can ascend the clouds, to attain so high? Silly wretch, forsake these dreams of a vain desire, O bethink what high regard Holy hopes do require. Favour is as fair as things are, treasure is not bought, Favour is not won with words, nor the wish of a thought. Pity is but a poor defense for a dying heart Ladies eyes respect no moan in a mean desert. She is too worthy far for a worth so base Cruel, and but just is She, in my just disgrace. Justice gives each man his own, though my love be just, Yet will not she pity my grief, therefore die I must. Silly heart then yield to die, perish in despair, Witness yet how fain I die when I die for the fair. Comments are closed.
DowlandThese enduring poems demonstrate the extreme melancholic affection, popular in the time of Dowland at courts of powerful monarchs such as Queen Elizabeth I of England over 400 years ago. These pieces come alive in musical performance and emote an ironic humor by revealing both vague and blatant subtexts. Songs
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