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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XIX. Awake sweet loue thou art returnd
Awake sweet loue thou art returnd,
My hart which lōg in absence mournd
Liues nowe in perfect ioy,
Let loue which neuer absent dies.
Now liue for euer in her eyes
When came my first anoy,
My hart which lōg in absence mournd
Liues nowe in perfect ioy,
Let loue which neuer absent dies.
Now liue for euer in her eyes
When came my first anoy,
Only her selfe hath seemed faire,
She only I could loue,
She onely draue me to dispaire
When she vnkind did proue.
Dispayer did make me wish to die
That I my ioyes migyt end,
She onely which did make me flie
My state may now amend.
She only I could loue,
She onely draue me to dispaire
When she vnkind did proue.
Dispayer did make me wish to die
That I my ioyes migyt end,
She onely which did make me flie
My state may now amend.
If she esteeme thee now ought worth,
She will not grieue thy loue henceforth,
Which so dispaire hath proued,
Dispaire hath proued now in me,
That loue will not vnconstant be,
Though long in vaine I loued.
She will not grieue thy loue henceforth,
Which so dispaire hath proued,
Dispaire hath proued now in me,
That loue will not vnconstant be,
Though long in vaine I loued.
If she at last reward thy loue.
And all thy harmes repaire,
Thy happinesse will sweeter proue,
Raisde vp from deepe dispaire.
And if that now thou welcome be,
When thou with her dost meete,
She al this while but plaide with thee:
To make thy ioies more sweet.
And all thy harmes repaire,
Thy happinesse will sweeter proue,
Raisde vp from deepe dispaire.
And if that now thou welcome be,
When thou with her dost meete,
She al this while but plaide with thee:
To make thy ioies more sweet.
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