Full Lyrics
Ah! cruel, hateful fortune!
Now must I death importune,
Since that I am of all my hope deprived,
Nor but for sorrow had my soul survived.
Only this hope doth rest for my contentment,
That fortune, tir'd, will yield me some amendment.
Ah, cruel hateful Fortune by George Kirbye — Lyrics
George Kirbye English Secular Madrigals Staff notation
