First Booke of Songes 1597:10. Think'st thou then-The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Dowland [00:00.65]Think'st thou then by thy feigning [00:03.60]Sleep, with a proud disdaining, [00:07.84]Or with thy crafty closing [00:11.05]Thy cruel eyes reposing, [00:14.62]To drive me from thy sight, [00:17.55]When sleep yields more delight, [00:20.14]Such harmless beauty gracing. [00:23.82]And while sleep feigned is, [00:26.96]May not I steal a kiss, [00:29.63]Thy quiet arms embracing. [00:35.54]O that my sleep dissembled, [00:39.03]Were to a trance resembled, [00:43.23]Thy cruel eyes deceiving, [00:46.40]Of lively sense bereaving: [00:50.42]Then should my love requite [00:53.29]Thy love's unkind despite, [00:56.01]While fury triumph'd boldly [00:59.60]In beauty's sweet disgrace: [01:02.67]And liv'd in sweet embrace [01:05.81]Of her that lov'd so coldly. [01:10.88]Should then my love aspiring, [01:14.67]Forbidden joys desiring, [01:18.96]So far exceed the duty [01:22.24]That virtue owes to beauty? [01:26.13]No Love seek not thy bliss, [01:28.95]Beyond a simple kiss: [01:31.78]For such deceits are harmless, [01:35.58]Yet kiss a thousand-fold. [01:38.65]For kisses may be bold [01:41.44]When lovely sleep is armless.