John Dowland - First Booke of Songes or Ayres (1597) For Choir Satb

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Unquiet thoughts
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with - in a pen - sive heart: And you my tongue
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in a pen - sive heart: And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint,
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in a pen - sive heart, wrongs with - in a pen - sive heart, that
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that makes my mouth a mint, and stamps my thoughts to
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makes my mouth a mint, to coin them

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coin them words by art: Be still, for if you e - ver do the like, I’ll
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coin them words by art: Be still, for if you e - ver do the like, I’ll cut the

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cut the string, I’ll cut the string that makes the ham - mer strike. makes the ham - mer strike.
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string, I’ll cut the string that makes the ham - mer strike. Be ham - mer strike.

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string, I’ll cut the string, the string that makes the ham - mer strike. makes the ham - mer strike.
But what can stay my thoughts they may not start,

Or put my tongue in durance for to die?
When as these eyes the keys of mouth and heart
Open the lock where all my love doth lie;
I'll seal them up within their lids forever,
So thoughts and words, so thoughts and words and looks shall die together,
How shall I then gaze on my mistress's eyes?

My thoughts must have some vent else heart will break,
My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies
If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak.
Speak then and tell the passions of desire
Which turns my eyes, which turns my eyes to floods, my thoughts to fire.

II. Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love
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Who e - ver thinks or hopes of love for love, or who be - lov’d in
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Cu - pid’s laws doth glo - ry, who joys in vows or vows not to re- move,
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who by this light-god has not been made sor - ry: Let him see
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who by this light - god has not been made sor - ry: Let him see me,
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who by this light - god has not been made sor - ry: Let him see me e- clip-sed
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who by this light - god has not been made sor - ry: Let him see

John Dowland: Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love

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me e- clip-sed from my sun with dark clouds of an earth, with dark clouds of an
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let him see me e - clip-sed from my sun, my sun with dark clouds of an earth, with
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from my sun, e - clip-sed from my sun with dark clouds of an earth, with dark

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me e - clip- sed from my sun with dark clouds of an earth, with dark clouds
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earth quite o - - ver - run. Let him see run.
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dark clouds of an earth quite o - ver - run, quite o - ver - run. Let him see run.
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clouds of an earth quite o - ver - run, of an earth quite o-ver-run. Let him see me e-clip - sed run.
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of an earth quite o - ver - run, clouds of an earth quite o - ver - run. Let him see run.
Who thinks that sorrows felt, desires hidden,

Or humble faith in constant honour arm’d,
Can keep love from the fruit that is forbidden,
Who thinks that change is by entreaty charm’d;
Looking on me let him know loves delights
Are treasures hid in caves, are treasures hid in caves, but kept by sprites.

III. My thoughts are winged with hopes
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to the moon in clea - rest night, and say as she doth in
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to the moon, the moon in clea-rest night, and say as she doth in

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the hea - vens move, in earth so wanes and wa - xeth my de - light:
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John Dowland: My thoughts are winged

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hope oft doth hang the head and trust shed tears.
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hope oft doth hang the head, the head and trust shed tears.
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hope oft doth hang the head and trust, and trust shed tears.
And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry,

If for mistrust my mistress do you blame,
Say though you alter, yet you do not vary,
As she doth change, and yet remain the same:
Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect,
And love is sweetest season’d with suspect.
If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes,

And make the heavens dark with her disdain,
With windy sighs disperse them in the skies,
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain;
Thoughts, hopes, and love return to me no more,
Till Cynthia shines as she hath done before.

IV. If my complaints could passions move
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or make love see where - in I suf - fer wrong, O love I
that my de - spairs had go - vern’d me too long. thy wounds do
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or make love see where - in I suf - fer wrong, O love I
that my de - spairs had go - vern’d me too long. thy wounds do

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make love see where - in I suf - fer wrong, O love I
my de - spairs had go - vern’d me too long. thy wounds do
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make love see where - in I suf - fer wrong, O love I
my de - spairs had go - vern’d me too long. thy wounds do
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live and die in thee, thy grief in my
fresh - ly bleed in me, my heart for thy
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live, I live and die in thee, thy grief in my deep sighs, deep
fresh - ly, fresh - ly bleed in me, my heart for thy un - kind-, un-
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live and die, I live and die in thee, thy grief in my deep sighs,
fresh - ly bleed, do fresh - ly bleed in me, my heart for thy un - kind-,
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deep sighs still speaks, yet thou dost hope when I de-
un - kind - ness breaks, thou say’st thou canst my harms re-
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sighs still speaks, yet thou dost hope, dost hope when I de-
kind - ness breaks, thou say’st thou canst, thou canst my harms re-
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un - kind - ness breaks, thou say’st thou canst my harms re-
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spair, and when I hope thou mak’st me hope in vain,
pair, yet for re - dress thou letst me still com - plain.
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spair, and when I hope thou mak’st, thou mak’st me hope in vain,
pair, yet for re - dress thou letst, thou letst me still com - plain.
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pair, yet for re - dress thou letst me still com - plain.
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and when I hope thou mak’st, thou mak’st me hope in vain,
yet for re - dress thou letst, thou letst me still com - plain.
Can love be rich and yet I want,

Is love my judge and yet am I condemn’d?
Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant,
Thou made a god, and yet thy power contemn’d
That I do live it is thy power,
That I desire it is thy worth,
If love doth make men’s lives too sour
Let me not love, nor live henceforth.
Die shall my hopes, but not my faith
That you that of my fall may hearers be
May hear despair which truly saith
I was more true to love, than love to me.

V. Can she excuse my wrongs
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Can she ex - cuse, ex - cuse my wrongs with vir - tues cloak? Shall I call her
Are those clear fires, clear fires which va - nish in - to smoke? Must I praise the
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good when she proves un - kind? No, no, where sha - dows do for
leaves where no fruit I find? Cold love is like two words writ-

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good when she proves un - kind? No, no, where sha - dows do, where
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good when she proves un - kind? No, no, no, where sha - dows do for

leaves where no fruit I find? Cold, cold love is like two words, two

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bo - dies stand, thou may’st be ab - us’d if thy sight be
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sha-dows do for bo - dies stand, thou may’st be ab - us’d, ab - us’d if thy sight be
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bo - dies, for bo-dies stand, thou may’st be ab - us’d if thy sight, thy sight be
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John Dowland: Can she excuse my wrongs
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if thou canst not or come her will, thy love will be thus fruit-less e - ver.
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if thou canst not or come her will, thy love will be thus fruit - less e - ver.
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if thou canst not or come her will, thy love will be thus fruit-less e - ver.
Was I so base that I might not aspire

Unto those high joys which she holds from me,
As they are high so high is my desire,
If she this denies what can granted be.
If she will yield to that which reason is,

It is reasons will that love should be just,
Dear make me happy still by granting this
Or cut of delays if that die I must.
Better a thousand times to die

Than for to live thus still tormented,
Dear but remember it was I
Who for thy fake did die contented.

VI. Now o now I needs must part
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Now o now I needs must part, par - ting though I ab - sent
While I live I needs must love, love lives not when hope is

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mourn, ab - sence can no joy im - part, joy once fled can-not re - turn.
gone, now at last de - spair doth prove, love di - vi - - ded lov- eth none:
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gone, now at last de - spair doth prove, love di - vi - - ded lov - eth none:
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gone, aow at last de - spair doth prove, love di - vi - ded lov - eth none:
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mourn, ab - sence can no joy im - part, joy once fled can - not re - turn.
gone, now at last de - spair doth prove, love di - vi - ded lov- eth none:
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Sad de - spair doth drive me hence, this de-spair un - kind-ness sends.
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Sad de - spair doth drive me hence, this de - spair un - kind - ness sends.

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Sad de - spair doth drive me hence, this de - spair, de - spair un - kind-ness sends.
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Sad de - spair doth drive me hence, this de-spair un - kind-ness sends.

John Dowland: Now o now I needs must part
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Dear when I from thee am gone,

Gone are all my joys at once,
I loved thee and thee alone
In whose love I joyed once:
And although your sight I leave,
Sight wherein my joys do lie
Till that death do sense bereave,
Never shall affection die.
Sad despair doth drive me hence,
This despair unkindness sends,
If that parting be offence,
It is she which then offends.
Dear if I do not return,

Love and I shall die together,
For my absence never mourn
Whom you might have joined ever:
Part we must though now I die,
Die I do to part with you,
Him despair doth cause to lie,
Who both lived and dieth true.
Sad despair doth drive me hence,
This despair unkindness sends,
If that parting be offence,
It is she which then offends.

VII. Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again
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Dear, if you change, I’ll ne - ver choose a - gain, sweet, if you
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shrink, you shrink, I’ll ne - ver think of love, fair, if you fail, you

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faith, my faith shall ne - ver break. ne - ver break.
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faith, and on my faith, my faith shall ne - ver break. Dear, ne - ver break.
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my faith, my faith shall ne - ver break. Dear __ ne - ver break.
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my faith, my faith shall ne - ver break. Dear ne - ver break.
Earth with her flowers shall sooner heav’n adorn,

Heaven her bright stars through earths dim globe shall move,
Fire heat shall loose and frosts of flames be born,
Air made to shine as black as hell shall prove:
Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transform’d shall be,
E’re I prove false to faith, or strange to you.

VIII. Burst forth my tears
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John Dowland: Burst forth my tears
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Sad pining care that never may have peace,

At beauty’s gate in hope of pity knocks:
But mercy sleeps while deep disdain increases,
And beauty hope in her fair bossom yokes,
O grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.
Like to the winds my sighs have winged been

Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks;
I plead, yet she repineth at my teen:
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks,
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.

IX. Go crystal tears
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dews re - vive the drop - ping flowers, so let your drops of
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Haste hapless sighs and let your burning breath

Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart,
Whose frozen rigour like forgetful death,
Feels never any touch of my desert:
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice,
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.

X. Thinkst thou then by thy feigning
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steal a kiss, thy qu - iet arms em- bra - cing.
O that thy sleep dissembled, Thy love’s unkind despite, Should then my love aspiring, Beyond a simple kiss,
Were to a trance resembled, While fury triumph’d boldly: Forbidden joys desiring: For such deceits are harmless,
Thy cruel eyes deceiving, In beauty’s sweet disgrace, So far exceed the duty Yet kiss a thousand fold,
Of lively sense bereaving: And liv’d in deep embrace: That virtue owes to beauty? For kisses may be bold
Then should my love requite Of her that lov’d so coldly. No, Love seek not thy bliss, When lovely sleep is armless.
XI. Come away, come sweet love
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Come away, come sweet love, Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes, Do not in vain adorn,
While the sun from his sphere Beauty’s grace that should rise
His fiery arrows casts Like to the naked morne.
Making all the shadows fly, Lilies on the river’s side
Playing, staying in the grove And fair Cyprian flowers new blown
To entertain the stealth of love. Desire no beauties but their own,
Thither, sweet love, let us hie, Ornament is nurse of pride,
Flying, dying, in desire, Pleasure, measure love’s delight,
Wing’d with sweet hopes and heav’nly fire. Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight.

XII. Rest a while you cruel cares
John Dowland

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If I speak my words want weight,

Am I mute, my heart doth break,
If I sigh she fears deceit,
Sorrow then for me must speak:
Cruel, unkind, with favour view,
The wound that first was made by you:
And if my torments ever feigned be,
Let this heavenly light I see,
Be as dark as hell to me.
Never hour of pleasing rest,

Shall revive my dying ghost,
Till my soul hath reposses’d,
The sweet hope which love hath lost:
Laura, redeem the soul that dies,
By fury of thy murdering eyes,
And if it (ever) proves unkind to thee,
Let this heavenly light I see,
Be as dark as hell to me.

XIII. Sleep wayward thoughts
John Dowland

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But on the fury of my restless fear, My love doth rage, and yet my love doth rest,
The hidden anguish of my flesh desires, Fear in my love, and yet my love secure,
The glories and the beauties that appear, Peace in my love, and yet my love oppress'd,
Between her brows near Cupids closed fires Impatient yet of perfect temperature,
Thus while she sleeps moves sighing for her sake Sleep dainty love, while I sigh for thy sake,
So sleeps my love and yet my love doth wake. So sleeps my love, and yet my love doth wake.

XIV. All ye whom love or fortune hath betray’d
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Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,

Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain;
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.

XV. Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
John Dowland

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2. Hope by disdain grows cheerless

Fear doth love, love doth fear,
Beauty peerless, beauty peerless.
Farewell, farewell, but yet or ere I part, o cruel,
Kiss me sweet, kiss me sweet, sweet my jewel.
3. Yet be thou mindful ever,

Heat from fire, fire from heat
None can severe, none can severe.
4. If no delays can move thee,

Life shall die, death shall live
Still to love thee, still to love thee.
5. True love cannot be changed,

Though delight, from desert
Be estranged, be estranged.

XVI. Would my conceit that first enforc’d my woe
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2. Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry, 3. To all save me is free to live or die,
Each hour I waste and wither where I sit, To all save me remaineth hap or hope,
But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die, But all perforce, I must abandon it,
My hope alas may not enjoy it yet, Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope,
Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss, Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust,
Which unto all save me allotted is. But to my thralls I yield, for so I must.

XVII. Come again: Sweet love doth now invite
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2. Come again that I may cease to mourn, 4. All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams,
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For now left and forlorn:
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,
M y heart takes no delight:
To see the fruits and joys that some do find,
In deadly pain, and endless misery. And mark the storms are me assign'd,
3. All the day the sun that lends me shine, 5. Out alas, my faith is ever true,
By frowns do cause me pine, Yet will she never rue,
And feeds me with delay: Nor yield me any grace:
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow, Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Her frowns the winters of my woe: Whom tears nor truth may once invade.
6. Gentle love draw forth thy wounding dart,

Thou canst not pierce her heart,
For I that do approve:
By sighs and tears more hot then are thy shafts:
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.

XVIII. His golden locks time hath to silver turn’d
John Dowland

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His gol - den locks time hath to sil - ver turn’d,
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o time too swift, o swift - ness ne - ver cea - sing, his youth ’gainst
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2. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,

And lovers sonets turn to holy psalms:
A man at arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers which are ages alms,
But though from court to cottage he depart
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
3. And when he saddest sits in homely cell,

He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,
Bless'd be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curs'd be the soul that think her any wrong:
Goddess allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.

XIX. Awake sweet love thou art return’d
John Dowland

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Let love which ne - ver ab - sent dies, now love for

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ver in her eyes, whence came my first an - noy.
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she on - ly which did make me flie, my state may now a - mend.
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If she esteems thee now ought worth,

She will not grieve thy love henceforth,
Which to despair hath proved,
Despair hath proved now in me,
That love will not unconstant be,
Though long in vain I loved.
If she at last rewards thy love.
And all thy harms repairs,
Thy happiness will sweeter prove,
Rais'd up from deep despair.
And if that now thou welcome be,
When thou with her dost meet,
She all this while but play'd with thee:
To make thy joys more sweet.

XX. Come heavy sleep
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Come shadow of my end: and shape of rest,

Allied to death, child to this black-fac'd night,
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies do my mind affright.
O come sweet sleep, come or I die for ever,
Come ere my last, my last sleep comes, or come thou never.

XXI. Away with these self-loving lads
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2. God Cupid's shaft like destiny, 4. If Cynthia crave her ring of me,
Doth either good or ill decree: I blot her name out of the tree,
Desert is born out of his bow, If doubt do darken things held dear,
Reward upon his feet doth go, Then well fare nothing once a year:
What fools are they that have not known For many run, but one must win,
That love likes no laws but his own? Fools only hedge the Cuckoo in.
3. M y songs they be of Cynthia's praise, 5. The worth that worthiness should move
I wear her rings on holidays, Is love, which is the bow of love,
On every tree I write her name, And love as well the foster can,
And every day I read the same: As can the mighty nobleman:
Where honour, Cupid's rival is, Sweet Saint, 'tis true you worthy be,
There miracles are seen of his. Yet without love naught worth to me.

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John Dowland - First Booke of Songes or Ayres (1597) For Choir Satb

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I.

But what can stay my thoughts they may not start,

How shall I then gaze on my mistress's eyes?

 Who e - ver thinks or hopes of love for love, or who be - lov’d in

Who thinks that sorrows felt, desires hidden,

And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry,

If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes,

Can love be rich and yet I want,

Was I so base that I might not aspire

If she will yield to that which reason is,

Better a thousand times to die

Dear when I from thee am gone,

Dear if I do not return,

Earth with her flowers shall sooner heav’n adorn,

 Burst, burst forth my tears as - sist, as - sist my for - ward grief,

Sad pining care that never may have peace,

Like to the winds my sighs have winged been

Haste hapless sighs and let your burning breath

If I speak my words want weight,

Never hour of pleasing rest,

Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,

Wilt thou un- kind thus reave me of my heart, of my heart,

 Wilt thou un- kind thus reave me of my heart, of my heart, of my

Wilt thou un- kind thus reave me of my heart, of my

2. Hope by disdain grows cheerless

3. Yet be thou mindful ever,

4. If no delays can move thee,

5. True love cannot be changed,

6. Gentle love draw forth thy wounding dart,

2. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,

3. And when he saddest sits in homely cell,

If she esteems thee now ought worth,

Come shadow of my end: and shape of rest,

  A - way with these self - lov - ing lads, whom

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Who e - ver thinks or hopes of love for love, or who be - lov’d in

Burst, burst forth my tears as - sist, as - sist my for - ward grief,

Wilt thou un- kind thus reave me of my heart, of my heart, of my

A - way with these self - lov - ing lads, whom