Captaine Hvmes Poeticall Musicke Principally made for two Basse-Viols, yet so contriued, that it may be plaied 8. seuerall waies upon sundry Instruments with much facilitie ... |
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[What greater griefe then no reliefe in deepest woe] |
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[What greater griefe then no reliefe in deepest woe]
What greater griefe then no reliefe in deepest woe
Death is no friend that will not end such harts sorrow
Helpe I do crie, no helpe is hie, but winde and aire,
Which to and fro do tosse and blow all to dispaire,
Sith then dispaire I must yet may not die
No man vnhapier liues on earth then I.
Death is no friend that will not end such harts sorrow
Helpe I do crie, no helpe is hie, but winde and aire,
Which to and fro do tosse and blow all to dispaire,
Sith then dispaire I must yet may not die
No man vnhapier liues on earth then I.
Tis I that feele the scornefull heele of dismall
hate,
My gaine is lost, my losse cleere cost repentance late,
So I must mone bemonde of none, O bitter gal
Death be my friend with speed to end and quiet all.
But if thou linger in dispaire to leaue mee,
Ile kill dispaire with hope, and so deceiue thee.
My gaine is lost, my losse cleere cost repentance late,
So I must mone bemonde of none, O bitter gal
Death be my friend with speed to end and quiet all.
But if thou linger in dispaire to leaue mee,
Ile kill dispaire with hope, and so deceiue thee.
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