Remove AdsCan she excuse my wrongs John Dowland
Dm F C Dm ACan she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DShall I call her good, when she proves unkind?
Dm F C Dm AAre those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DMust I praise the leaves, where no fruit I find?
Dm F C Dm ANo, no: where shadows Do for bodies stand
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DThou may'st be abus'd, if thy sight be dim.
Dm F C Dm ACold love is like to words written on sand
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DOr to bubbles which, on the water swim.
FWilt thou be thus abused still
GSeeing that she will right thee never?
AIf thou canst not o'ercome her will
D G DThy love will be thus fruitless ever.
Dm F C Dm AWas I so base, that I might not aspire
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DUnto those high joys, which she holds from me?
Dm F C Dm AAs they are high, so high is my desire:
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DIf she this deny, what can granted be?
Dm F C Dm AIf she will yield to that which Reason is,
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DIt is Reason's will, that Love should be just,
Dm F C Dm ADear, make me happy still by granting this,
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A DOr cut off delays, if that I die must.
FBetter a thousand times to die,
GThan for to live thus still tormented:
ADear, but remember it was I
D G DWho for thy sake did die contented.
FBetter a thousand times to die,
GThan for to live thus still tormented:
ADear, but remember it was I
D G DWho for thy sake did die contented...
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