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Can She Excuse My Wrongs - John Dowland (1563-1626) First Booke of Songes or Ayres, London 1597 Vivid Consort ft. David Bergmüller Christine Gnigler - recorder, vocals Lorina Vallaster - recorder, vocals Sheng-Fang Chiu @shengfangchiurecorder David Bergmüller - lute Andreas Gnigler - film Alexander Yannilos - sound/recording Lukas Froschauer - sound/engineering Sheng-Fang Chiu - concept Vienna, 2020 Instruments/Recorders by Adriana Breukink ------ Vivid Consort • https://www.vividconsort.com • [email protected] David Bergmüller • https://www.davidbergmueller.com • [email protected] ----- Vivid Consort album "Bitter Fruit" & merch available on Freifeld Tontraeger: https://www.freifeldtontraeger.com/vi... Shipping Worldwide ----- Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue’s cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find? No, no; where shadows do for bodies stand, That may’st be abus’d if thy sight be dim. Cold love is like to words written on sand, Or to bubbles which on the water swim. Wilt thou be thus abused still, Seeing that she will right thee never? If thou canst not o’ercome her will, Thy love will be thus fruitless ever. Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As they are high, so high is my desire, If she this deny, what can granted be? If she will yield to that which reason is, It is reason’s will that love should be just. Dear, make me happy still by granting this, Or cut off delays if that I die must. Better a thousand times to die Than for to love thus still tormented: Dear, but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented.