Come again, sweet love doth now invite Songtext
von John Dowland

Come again, sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain to do me due delight.
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss,
To die with thee again in sweetest sympathy
Come again, that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain for now left and forlorn. I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint,
I die, in deadly pain and endless misery
Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart:
Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I that do approve.
By sighs and tears more hot than arethy shafts,
Did tempt while she for scanty triumphs laughs.