Shall I strive with words to move

Lyrics
Shall I strive with wordes to move When deedes receive not due regard? Shall I speake, and neyther please Nor be freely heard? Griefe alas though all in vaine Her restlesse anguish must reveale: Shee alone my wound shall know Though shee will not heale All woes have end, though a while delaid Our patience proving Oh that time's strange effects Could but makе her loving Stormes calme at last, and why may not Shee lеave off her frowning? Oh sweet Love, help her hands My affection crowning I woo'd her, I lov'd her And none but her admire O come deare joy, and answere my desire
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Credits
- Writers
- John Dowland