Hautberroys Lyrics & Chords By Hopkinson Smith

Come away, come sweet love The golden morning breaks. All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks: Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet Rosy Lips to kiss,...read more

If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and...read more

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit...read more

Who ever thinks or hopes of love: Or who belov'd in Cupid's laws doth glory: Who joys in vows, or vows not to remove: Who by this light-god hath not been made sorry: Let him...read more

Come again, sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrainto do me due delight. To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die with thee againin sweetest sympathy Come again, that...read more