The Clouds

Perdiction take my soul, but I love thee
And when I love you not, chaos comes again
All of my fond love
I blow to heaven
Tis gone.
Oh weed so fair and sweet
That the sense aches at thee
Oh would you hast never been born
Would you hast never been born
All of my fond love
I blow to heaven
Tis gone.
The robbed that smiles steals something to the thief
The robbed that cries displays a bootless grief
We are not lost as long as we can smile
But words are only words
And I never yet did hear
That a bruised heart
Was pierced through the ear
All of my fond love
I blow to heaven
I blow to heaven
Tis gone.