Key: D
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Shall I call her good, when she proves unkind?
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Must I praise the leaves, where no fruit I find?
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
No, no: where shadows do for bodies stand
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Thou may'st be abus'd, if thy sight be dim.
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Or to bubbles which, on the water swim.
F
Wilt thou be thus abused still
G
Seeing that she will right thee never?
A
If thou canst not o'ercome her will
D
G
D
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever.
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Unto those high joys, which she holds from me?
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
If she this deny, what can granted be?
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
If she will yield to that which Reason is,
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
It is Reason's will, that Love should be just,
Dm
F
C
Dm
A
Dear, make me happy still by granting this,
Am
Dm
Gm
C
F
Bb
Gm
A
D
Or cut off delays, if that I die must.
F
Better a thousand times to die,
A
Dear, but remember it was I
D
G
D
Who for thy sake did die contented.
F
Better a thousand times to die,
A
Dear, but remember it was I
D
G
D
Who for thy sake did die contented...