[Lyrics by John Dowland]
Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit
Be dumb vain tongue, words are but flattering
winds.
Break heart and bleed for there is no receipt
To purge inconstancy from most mens minds.
And if thine ears false
heralds to thy heart.
Convey into thy head hopes to obtain.
Then tell thy hear ring though art deaf by art,
Now love is art that
wanted to be plain.
Now none is bold except they see his brains
Affection is not known until one be dead
Rewards for love are
labours for his pains.
Loves quiver made of gold his shafts of lead.