Come when I call
John Dowland
Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come
If you bee deafe I must prove dumb
Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love
When envious eyes time shal remove
If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay
No danger could stand in thy way
O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe
That languish here, wanting relief
What need wee languish? can love quickly flie:
Feare ever hurts more than jealousie
Then securely envie scorning
Let us end with joy our mourning
Jealousie still defie
And love till we die