Текст песни Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (Alan Bates) с переводом

Tir’d with all these, for restful death I cry

As, to behold desert a beggar born

And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity

And purest faith unhappily forsworn

And guilded honour shamefully misplaced

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted

And right perfection wrongfully disgraced

And strength by limping sway disabled

And art made tongue-tied by authority

And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill

And simple truth miscall’d simplicity

And captive good attending captain ill:

Tired with all these, from these would I be gone

Save that, to die, I leave my love alone

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