Why dost thou shoot?J. WilbyeWhy dost thou shoot, and I seek not to shield me?I yield, sweet Love, spare then my wounded liver,And do not make my heart thy arrow's quiver.O hold; what needs this shooting when I yield me?
← LibraryJ. Wilbye · songWhy dost thou shoot?lyrics: AnonymousAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongWhy dost thou shoot?lyrics: AnonymousWhywˈaɪdostdˈɒstthouðaʊshootʃˈuːt,andˈændIˈaɪseeksˈiːknotnˈɒttotˈuːshieldʃˈiːldmemˈiː?Iˈaɪyieldjˈiːld,sweetswˈiːtLovelˈʌv,sparespˈeəthenðˈɛnmymˈaɪwoundedwˈuːndɪdliverlˈɪvɐ,Andˈænddodənotnˈɒtmakemˈeɪkmymˈaɪhearthˈɑːtthyðˈaɪarrowˈæɹəʊ'squiverkwˈɪvɐ.Oˈəʊholdhˈəʊld;whatwˈɒtneedsnˈiːdzthisðˈɪsshootingʃˈuːtɪŋwhenwˈɛnIˈaɪyieldjˈiːldmemˈiː?