The firste booke of Songes or Ayres of fowre partes with Tableture for the Lute So made that all the partes together, or either of them seuerally may be song to the Lute, Orpherian or Viol de gambo. Composed by John Dowland ... Also an inuention by the sayd Author for two to playe vpon one Lute |
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XIII. Sleep wayward thoughts
Sleep wayward thoughts, and rest you with my loue,
Let not my loue, be with my loue diseasd.
Touch not proud hands, lest you her anger moue,
But pine you with my longings long displeasd.
Thus wile she sleeps I sorrow for her sake,
So sleeps my loue, and yet my loue doth wake.
Let not my loue, be with my loue diseasd.
Touch not proud hands, lest you her anger moue,
But pine you with my longings long displeasd.
Thus wile she sleeps I sorrow for her sake,
So sleeps my loue, and yet my loue doth wake.
But ô the fury of my restles feare,
The hidden anguish of my flesh desires,
The glories and the beauties that appeare,
Between her browes neere Cupids closed fires
Thus while she sleeps moues sighing for hir sake
So sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake.
The hidden anguish of my flesh desires,
The glories and the beauties that appeare,
Between her browes neere Cupids closed fires
Thus while she sleeps moues sighing for hir sake
So sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake.
My loue doth rage, and yet my loue doth rest,
Feare in my loue, and yet my loue secure,
Peace in my loue, and yet my loue opprest,
Impatient yet of perfect temprature,
Sleepe dainty loue, while I sigh for thy sake,
So sleepes my loue, and yet my loue doth wake.
Feare in my loue, and yet my loue secure,
Peace in my loue, and yet my loue opprest,
Impatient yet of perfect temprature,
Sleepe dainty loue, while I sigh for thy sake,
So sleepes my loue, and yet my loue doth wake.
| The firste booke of Songes or Ayres of fowre partes with Tableture for the Lute | |