Come again! sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again in sweetest sympathy To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again in sweetest sympathy
Come again! that I may cease to mourn Through thy unkind disdain For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain and endless misery I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain and endless misery
All the day the sun that lends me shine By frowns doth cause me pine And feeds me with delay
Her smiles, my springs That makes my joy to grow Her frowns the winter of my woe
Her smiles, my springs That makes my joy to grow Her frowns the winter of my woe
All the night my sleeps are full of dreams My eyes are full of streams My heart takes no delight
Flow my teares fall from your springs Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings There let me live forlorne
Downe vaine lights shine you no more No nights are dark enough for those That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore Light doth but shame disclose
Never may my woes be relieved Since pittie is fled And teares, and sighes, and grones My wearie days My wearie days of all joyes have deprived
From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is throwne And feare, and griefe, and paine For my deserts For my deserts are my hopes since hope is gone
Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell Learn to contemne light Happy happy that in hell Feele not the worlds despite
Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell Learn to contemne light Happy happy that in hell Feele not the worlds despite
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier, Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! So sweet is she!
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! So sweet is she!
Just a castaway An island lost at sea Another lonely day With no one here but me More loneliness Than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair
I’ll send an SOS to the world I’ll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life But love can break your heart
I’ll send an SOS to the world I’ll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning Don’t believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shore Seems I’m not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways Looking for a home
I’ll send an SOS to the world I’ll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat The slender hairs cast shadows Through but small And bees have stings, although they be not great Seas have their source And so have shallow springs And love is love, in beggars and in kings
Seas have their source And so have shallow springs And love is love, in beggars and in kings
Where waters smoothest run There deepest are the fords The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move
The firmest faith is found in fewest words The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love True hearts have eyes, and ears No tongues to speak They hear, and see, and sign And then they break
True hearts have eyes, and ears No tongues to speak They hear, and see, and sign And then they break