TESTO DEL LIED"Since from my dear Astrea's sight"
di Thomas Betterton (1635?-1710)
Since from my dear Astraea's sight
I was so rudely torn,
My soul has never known delight,
Unless it were to mourn.
But oh! alas, with weeping eyes
And bleeding heart I lie;
Thinking on her, whose absence 'tis,
That makes me wish to die.