Alfonso Ferrabosco I - She only doth not feel it - текст песни (слова)

She only doth not feel it, O fields, O mountains,
 O woods, O valleys, O floods and fountains,
 Oh stay no more to hear a wretch appealing,
 Oh that some one this life and soul would sever,
 And these mine eyes oppressed would close forever,
 For best were me to die my love concealing.