BROWN IS MY LOVE. From the Second Book of Musica Transalpina, 1597. BROWN is my Love, but graceful; And each renowned whiteness Matched with thy lovely brown loseth its brightness. Fair is my Love, but scornful; Yet have I seen despisèd Dainty white lilies, and sad flowers well prizèd. COME AWAY! COME, SWEET LOVE! From John Dowland's First Book of Songs or Airs, 1597; reprinted in Arber's Garner, vol. iv. COME away! come, sweet love! The golden morning breaks; All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks! And mix our souls in mutual bliss! Come away! come, sweet love! Beauty's grace, that should rise Lilies on the river's side, And fair Cyprian flowers new-blown, Ornament is nurse of pride, Pleasure, measure love's delight, Haste then, sweet love, our wishèd flight! MADRIGAL. From Wilbye's Madrigals, 1598. LADY, when I behold the roses sprouting, Which, clad in damask mantles, deck the arbours, And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours, My eyes present me with a double doubting: For viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes, Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses. I SAW MY LADY WEEP. From Dowland's Second Book of Songs or Airs, 1600. I SAW my lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced so But such a woe, believe me, as wins more hearts Sorrow was there made fair, And passion wise; tears a delightful thing; And all things with so sweet a sadness move O fairer than aught else The world can show, leave off in time to grieve. O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow. LOVE AND MAY. From T. Morley's Madrigals, 1600, NOW is the gentle season, freshly flowering, To sing, and play, and dance, while May endureth, The fields abroad with spangled flowers are gilded, In May each bush arrayèd, and sweet wild roses. The nightingale her bower hath gaily builded, LOVE'S REALITIES. From Robert Jones' First Book of Songs and Airs, 1601. WHEN love on time and measure makes his ground, Time that must end, though love can never die, 'Tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound, A love not in the heart but in the eye; Sweet looks show love, yet they are but as beams: Looks, words, tears, sighs show love when love they leave; 1 closes, gardens. The music in the original text shows that the composer had this apparently defective line before him. MADRIGAL. From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, 1602. My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings fit, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. THE GRACE OF BEAUTY. From Dowland's Third Book of Songs or Airs, 1603. Y a fountain where I lay, BY (All blessed be that blessed day!) By the glimmering of the sun, When I might see alone My true love, fairest one! Love's clear sight! No world's eyes can clearer see! A fairer sight none can be! Fair with garlands all addrest, (Was never Nymph more fairly blest!) Blessed in the highest degree; (So may she ever blessed be!) Came to this fountain near, With such a smiling cheer! Such a face! Such a grace! Happy! happy eyes! that see Such a heavenly sight as she! Then I forthwith took my pipe, All in the grace of beauty found, Played this roundelay, "Welcome, fair Queen of May! Welcome Fair! Welcome be the Shepherds' Queen! LULLABY. From Dowland's Third Book of Songs or Airs, 1603. WEEP you no more, sad fountains, What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Sleeping. |