III: “Oh might those sighes and teares return againe” lyrics

by

Benjamin Britten


O might those sighs and tears return again
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent
That I might in this holy discontent
Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in vain;
In mine Idolatry what showers of rain
Mine eyes did waste! what griefs my heart did rent!
That sufferance was my sin; now I repent;
'Cause I did suffer I must suffer pain
Th' hydropic drunkard, and night-scouting thief
The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud
Have the remembrance of past joys for relief
Of comming ills. To (poor) me is allowed
No ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath been
Th' effect and cause, the punishment and sin
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