Second Booke of Songes, 1600:10. O sweet woods-The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Dowland [00:00.95]O sweet woods of delight of solitariness, [00:10.47]O how much I do love your solitariness [00:19.71]Frome Fame's desire, from Love's delight, retir'd, [00:29.25]In these sad groves an hermit's life I led, [00:38.18]And those false pleasures which I once admir'd, [00:48.52]With sad remembrance of my fall I dread, [01:00.23]To birds, to trees, to earth, impart I this, [01:12.66]For she less secret, and as senseless is. [01:27.00]O sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [01:36.85]O how much do I love your solitariness. [01:46.57]Experience which repentance only brings, [01:55.51]Doth bid me now my heart from love estrange, [02:04.11]Love is disdain'd when it doth look at kings, [02:13.84]And love low-placed base and apt to change: [02:25.63]Their pow'r doth take from him is liberty, [02:38.12]Her want of worth makes him in cradle die. [02:53.02]O sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [03:02.42]O how much do I love your solitariness. [03:11.59]You men that give false worship unto love, [03:20.42]And seek that which you never shall obtain, [03:28.93]The endless work of Sisyphus you procure, [03:38.03]Whose end is this to know you strive in vain, [03:50.20]Hope and Desire which now your idols be, [04:02.86]You needs must lose and feel despair with me. [04:17.04]O sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [04:26.95]O how much do I love your solitariness. [04:36.28]You woods in you the fairest nymphs have walk'd, [04:45.49]Nymphs at whose sight all hearts did yield to love, [04:54.24]You woods in whom dear lovers oft have talk'd, [05:04.69]How do you know a place of mourning prove, [05:17.06]Wanstead my mistress saith this is the doom, [05:30.01]Thou art Love's childbed, nursery and tomb. [05:44.58]O sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [05:54.52]O how much do I love your solitariness.