My Thoughts Are Wing'd with Hopes - Noël Akchoté, Джон Доуленд

My thoughts are wing’d with hopes, my hopes with love

Mount Love unto the moon in clearest night

And say, as she doth in the heavens move

In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight:

And whisper this but softly in her ears

Hope oft doth hang the head, and trust shed tears

And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry

If for mistrust my mistress do you blame

Say though you alter, yet you do not vary

And she doth change, and yet remain the same:

Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect

And love is sweetest season’d with suspect

If she, for this, with clouds do mask her eyes

And make the heavens dark with her disdain

With windy sighs, disperse them in the skies

Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain;

Thoughts, hopes, and love return to me no more

Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before