The first set of Madrigals and Mottets of 5 | ||
[XV. Ah deere hart, why doe you rise?]
Ah deere hart, why doe you rise?The light that shines comes from your eyes,
Thee day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part,
O stay, or else my ioyes will dye,
And perish in their infancie.
The first set of Madrigals and Mottets of 5 | ||