Текст пісні Love’s Constancy (No more shall meads) - Ed Lyon, Theatre of the Ayre, Elizabeth Kenny

Love’s Constancy (No more shall meads)

No more shall meads be deck’d with flow’rs,
Nor sweetness dwell in rosy bow’rs,
Nor greenest buds on branches spring,
Nor warbling birds delight to sing,
Nor April violets paint the grove,
When once I leave my Celia’s love.

The fish shall in the ocean burn,
And fountains sweet shall bitter turn;
The humble vale no floods shall know,
When floods shall highest hills o’erflow;
Black Lethe shall oblivion leave,
Before my Celia I deceive.

Love shall his bow and shaft lay by,
And Venus’ doves want wings to fly;
The sun refuse to show his light,
And day shall then be turn’d to night;
And in that night no star appear,
Whene’er I leave my Celia dear.

Love shall no more inhabit earth,
Nor lovers more shall love for worth,
Nor joy above in heaven dwell,
Nor pain torment poor souls in hell;
Grim death no more shall horrid prove,
Whene’er I leave bright Celia’s love.