The first set of English madrigales | ||
[III. The Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth]
The Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringethThe Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth, vnto her rested sēce, a perfect waking: while late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes a thorne her song booke making: & mournfully bewayling, her throat in tunes expresseth, what griefe her brest oppresseth.
The first set of English madrigales | ||