
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Song language: English
Fortune My Foe |
Fortune my Foe, why dost thou frown on me? |
And will thy favours never better be? |
Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain? |
And wilt thou not restore my joys again? |
In vain I sigh, in vain I wail and weep; |
In vain my eyes refrain from quiet sleep; |
In vain I shed my tears both night and day; |
In vain my love my sorrows to bewray. |
Then will I place my love in Fortunes hands, |
My dearest love, in most unconstant bands, |
And only serve the sorrows due to me: |
Sorrow, hereafter thou shalt my Mistress be. |
Ah, silly Soul! |
art thou so sore afraid? |
Mourn not, my dear, nor be not so dismaid. |
Fortune cannot, with all her power and skill, |
Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. |
Live thou in bliss, and banish death to Hell; |
All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel: |
As thou dost wish, thy love agrees to be. |
For proof thereof, behold, I come to thee. |