Thomas Weelkes - The Gods have heard my vows
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The Gods have heard my vows
Fond Lyce whose fair brows
Won't scorn with such disdain
My love, my tears, my pain
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
But now those springtime roses
Are turn'd to winter poses
To rue and thyme and sage
Fitting that shrivell'd age
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
Now youths with hot desire
See that flameless fire
Which erst your hearts so burn'd
Quick into ashes turn'd
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
Fond Lyce whose fair brows
Won't scorn with such disdain
My love, my tears, my pain
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
But now those springtime roses
Are turn'd to winter poses
To rue and thyme and sage
Fitting that shrivell'd age
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
Now youths with hot desire
See that flameless fire
Which erst your hearts so burn'd
Quick into ashes turn'd
Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la
