What If I Never Speed - Çeşitli Sanatçılar, Джон Доуленд

What if I never speed

Shall I straight yield to despair

And still on sorrow feed

That can on loss repair

Or shall I change my love

For I find pow’r to depart

And in my reason prove

I can command my heard?

But if she will pity my desire

And my love requite

Then ever shall she live my dear delight

Come, come, come, while I have a heart to

Desire thee

Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee

Oft have I dreamed of joy

Yet I never felt the sweete

But tired with annoy

My griefs each other greete

Oft have I left my hope

As a wretch by fate forlorn

But Love aims at one scope

And lost will still returne

He that once loves with a true desire

Never can depart

For Cupit is the king of every heart

Come, come, come, while I have a heart to

Desire thee

Come, come, come, for either I will love or

Admire thee

Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee