The first set of English madrigales | ||
[XVIII. Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?]
Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting? That hath stolne away my hart, god send vs meeting: that renuing my lament, with friendly greeting, She may release my smart, & all my weeping: But if my sight she flie, till hartles I die, My grieued ghost with shrikes & dreadful crying, alwaies about her flying, shal murmure out complayning, to be reuēg'd of al her deep disdayning.
The first set of English madrigales | ||