Sting & Edin Karamazov - Can she excuse my wrongs _ by John Dowland

“Can She Excuse My Wrongs?“ 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 I find? No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand Thou may’st be abus’d if thy sight be dimmed Cold love is like to words written on sand Or to bubbles which on the water swim Wilt thou be thus abused still Seeing that she will right thee never? If thou