Original lyrics

EN

Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb, vain tongue, words are Words are but flattering winds Break heart and bleed for there is no receipt To purge inconstancy Inconstancy from most men's minds Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb, vain tongue, words are but flattering winds Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb, vain tongue, words are but flattering winds Now none is bald None is bald, except they see his brains Affection is not known Is not known until one be dead Rewards for love For love are labours for his pains Love's quiver made of gold Quiver made of gold, his shafts of lead Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb, vain tongue, words are but flattering winds Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb, vain tongue, words are but flattering winds And if thine ears, false heralds to thy heart Convey into thy head Into thy head hopes to obtain Then tell thy hearing though art deaf by art Now love is art that Is art that wanted to be plain