Thomas Weelkes - What have the gods

What have the Gods, the Gods their consort sent from heav'n
To charm my senses with heav'ns harmony
Care they for me, of all my joys bereaven
Send they heav'n's choir, to make me melody
Blessing me, with Music's felicity?
If it be so, great may your godheads be
And greater still to ease my misery

Methinks I hear Amphion's warbling strings
Arion's harp, distilling silv'ring sound
Orpheus' mean Lute with all in order brings
And with soul pleasing Music doth abound
Whilst that old Phemius softly plays the ground
O sweet consort, grеat may your comfort be
And greater still, to еase my misery