John Dowland Think`st Thou Then By Thy Feigning Lyrics

Think`st Thou Then By Thy Feigning Lyrics

Think'st thou then by thy feigning 

 Sleep, with a proud disdaining, 

 Or with thy crafty closing 

 Thy cruel eyes reposing, 

 To drive me from my sight, 

 When sleep yields more delight, 

 Such harmless beauty gracing. 

 And while sleep feigned is, 

 May not I steal a kiss, 

 Thy quiet arms embracing. 

  

 O that my sleep dissembled, 

 Were to a trance resembled, 

 Thy cruel eyes deceiving, 

 Of lively sense bereaving: 

 Then should my love requite 

 Thy love's unkind despite, 

 While fury triumph'd boldly 

 In beauty sweet disgrace: 

 And Liv'd in sweet embrace 

 Of her that lov'd so coldly. 

  

 Should then my love aspiring, 

 Forbidden joys desiring, 

 So far exceed the duty 

 That virtue owes to beauty? 

 No Love seek no thy bliss, 

 Beyond a simple kiss: 

 For such deceits are harmless, 

 Yet kiss a thousand-fold. 

 For kisses may be bold 

 When lovely sleep in armless