When To Her Lutes Corinna Sings

When to her lute Corinna sings   Her voice revives the leaden strings  
And doth on highest note appeare   As any challeng'd echo cleare  
But when she doth of mourning speake   Ev'n with her sighs the strings do breake  
And as her lute doth live or die   Led by her passion so must I  
For when of pleasure she doth sing   My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring  
But if she doth of sorrow speake   Ev'n from my hart the strings do breake