All Ye Whom Love Of Fortune letra

All ye, whom love of fortune hath betray'd;
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief;
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay'd,
All ye, whose sighs or sickness want relief;
Lend ears and teares to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.

Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain;
But still in vain:for none my plaints will rue.
Teares, sighs and ceaseles s cries alone i spend:
My woe wants comfort , and my sorrow end

John Dowland - Letras

• All Ye Whom Love Of Fortune
• Can she Excuse my Wrongs?
• Come again
• Come away, Come Sweet Love
• Dear, if you Change
• Fine knacks for ladies
• Flow, my tears
• Go Crystal Tears
• I saw my lady weep
• If my Complaints could Passions Move
• Lachrimae
• My Thoughts are Wing'd with Hopes
• Now, o Now, I Needs must Part
• Rest Awhile you Cruel Cares
• Think'st Thou then by thy Feigning
• Unquiet Thoughts
• Who ever Thinks or Hopes of Love