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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The firste booke of Songes or Ayres of fowre partes with Tableture for the Lute | ||
XVIII. His golden locks time hath to siluer turnde
His golden locks time hath to siluer turnde,
O time too swift, O swiftnes neuer ceasing,
His youth gainst time & age hath euer spurnd,
But spurnd in vaine, youth waneth by encreasing:
Beautie, strength, youth are flowers but fading seene,
Duty, Faith, Loue are roots and euer greene.
O time too swift, O swiftnes neuer ceasing,
His youth gainst time & age hath euer spurnd,
But spurnd in vaine, youth waneth by encreasing:
Beautie, strength, youth are flowers but fading seene,
Duty, Faith, Loue are roots and euer greene.
His helmet now shall make a hiue for bees,
And louers sonets turne to holy psalmes:
A man at armes must now serue on his knees,
And feed on prayers which are ages almes,
But though from court to cotage he departe
His saint is fure of his vnspotted hart.
And louers sonets turne to holy psalmes:
A man at armes must now serue on his knees,
And feed on prayers which are ages almes,
But though from court to cotage he departe
His saint is fure of his vnspotted hart.
And when he saddest sits in homely Cell,
Hele teach his swaines this Caroll for a songe,
Blest be the harts that wish my soueraigne well,
Curst be the soule that thinke her any wrong:
Goddes allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now ye was your knight.
Hele teach his swaines this Caroll for a songe,
Blest be the harts that wish my soueraigne well,
Curst be the soule that thinke her any wrong:
Goddes allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now ye was your knight.
The firste booke of Songes or Ayres of fowre partes with Tableture for the Lute | ||