My lute, awake! perform the last Labor that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
The Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of His Love
My lute, awake! perform the last Labor that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
The Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of His Love