Sweet Stay Awhile - Trio Extempore, Джон Доуленд

Sweet stay awhile, why will you rise?

The light you see comes from your eyes:

The day breaks not;

it is my heart

To think that you and I must part

O stay, or else my joys must die

And perish in their infancy

Dear, let me die in this fair breast

Far sweeter than the Phoenix' nest

Love raise desire by his sweet charms

Within this circle of thine arms:

And let thy blissful kisses cherish

Mine infant joys, that else must perish