paroles de chanson To Dianeme: Dear Though to Part It Be a Hell - Robert Herrick

Dear, to the part it be a hell
Yet, Dianeme, now farewell
Thy frown last night did bid me go
But whither only grief does know

I do beseech thee 'ere we part
If merciful as fair thou art
Or else desir'st that maids should tell
Thy pity by love's chronicle

O Dianeme, rather kill me
Than to make me languish still
'Tis cruelty in thee to th' height
Thus, thus to wound, not kill outright

Yet there's a way found, if thou please
By sudden death to give me ease
And thus devis'd, do thou but this
Bequeath to me one parting kiss

So sup'rabundant job shall be
The executioner of me