John Dowland — COME AGAIN SWEET LOVE DOTH NOW INVITE

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 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 I sit, I sigh I weep, I faint I die, in deadly pain And endless misery All the day The sun that lends me shine By frowns do cause me pine And feeds me with delay; Her smiles, my springs That makes my joys To grow, Her frowns, her frowns The Winters of my woe Her smiles, my springs That makes my joys To grow, Her frowns, her frowns The Winters of my woe All the night My sleeps are full of dreams My eyes are full of streams My heart takes no delight To see the fruits And joys that some Do find and mark the storms Are me assign'd To see the fruits And joys that some Do find And mark the storms Are me assign'd Out alas My faith is ever true Yet will she never rue Nor yield me any grace; Her eyes of fire Her heart of flint Is made, whom tears nor truth Nor truth may once invade Her eyes of fire Her heart of flint Is made, whom tears nor truth Nor truth may once invade 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 are Thy shafts, did tempt while she While she for triumphs laughs By sighs and tears More hot than are Thy shafts, did tempt while she While she for triumphs laughs