[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chris DeBlasio
[00:01.000] 作词 : 弗朗西斯·夸勒斯（Francis Quarles，1592-1644）
[00:11.277]Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,
[00:17.937]That wash the pebbles with their wanton stream,
[00:25.929]And having ranged and searched a thousand nook
[00:33.033]Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames
[00:40.137]Where in a greater current they conjoin
[00:49.461]So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine
[01:12.105]Even so we met; and after long pursuit
[01:33.416]Even so we joined; we both became entire
[01:39.632]No need for either to renew a suit,
[01:48.068]For I was flax and he was flames of fire
[01:51.620]Our firm united souls did more than
[02:06.716]So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.
[02:33.799]If all those glittering monarchs that command
[02:43.567]The servile quarters of this earthly ball
[02:53.335]Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
[02:56.887]I would not change my fortunes for them all:
[03:07.543]Their wealth is but a counter to my coin;
[03:13.137]The world's but theirs, but my Beloved's mine.
[03:29.859]Nay, more: if the fair Thespian ladies all
[03:40.800]Should heap together their diviner treasure,
[03:50.859]That treasure should be deemed a price too small
[03:55.859]To buy a minute's lease of half my pleasure.
[04:08.859]'Tis not the sacred wealth of all the Nine
[04:18.800]Can buy my heart from him, or his from being mine.

作曲 : Chris DeBlasio
作词 : 弗朗西斯·夸勒斯（Francis Quarles，1592-1644）
Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton stream,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nook
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames
Where in a greater current they conjoin
So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine
Even so we met; and after long pursuit
Even so we joined; we both became entire
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax and he was flames of fire
Our firm united souls did more than
So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.
If all those glittering monarchs that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin;
The world's but theirs, but my Beloved's mine.
Nay, more: if the fair Thespian ladies all
Should heap together their diviner treasure,
That treasure should be deemed a price too small
To buy a minute's lease of half my pleasure.
'Tis not the sacred wealth of all the Nine
Can buy my heart from him, or his from being mine.