Martin Phipps The Virgin Queen ( The Mediaeval Baebes)

My care is like my laid bare beneath the sun, It follows me at all times and flies when I pursue it. I freeze and yet am always burned since from myself again I turn. I love and yet am forced to hate. I seem stark mute; inside I prate. My care is like my shadow laid bare beneath the sun. It follows me at all times and flies when I pursue it. I love and yet am forced to hate. I seem stark mute; inside I prate. Some gentle love doth ease itself