Текст песни The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

Music: Hertrich

Lyrics: Hertrich

When fourty nights shall besiege Your brow

and dig deep wounds in Your beauty now

Your youth's prout livery so gazed on me

tomorrow will be darkened sealed

Look how a bird lies tangled in a net

Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred

So fastened in her arms the favoured lies

She found more beaty in his varied eyes

Cut is the branch that might be grown

with Your faith, the treasure of Your lusty days

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I say it to Your deep-sunken eyes

"As if the dead the living should exceed,

possessed by heavens heart and hand"

He burns with bashful shame

She with her tears does quench the maiden

burning off her cheeks

Then with her windy sighs and golden hands

to fain and blow them dry again she seeks

Look how a painter would surpass his life

His art with nature's worksmanship at strife

In limming out a well-proportioned steed

as if the dead the living should exceed