by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon
Language: English
Phillida: Ah, Coridon, contentedly we tend Our bleating flocks, but think not of our end Coridon: Faire Phillida, our life that's innocent, Cannot be guilty of an ill event: Phillida: 'Tis true, but yet me thinks diseas'd old age, Should make us weary of our pilgrimage: Coridon: Our age points to our end; in this we're blest, That after all our pains, w'are neer our rest. Chorus: In this w'are blest, that after all our pains, W'are neere our rest. Phillida: But wher's our rest? must we not fight with death, And gainst him lose our life for neere our rest. want of breath; Coridon: Death hasts us to our graves, if well we die, We shall have heav'n in change for misery. Chorus: Then welcome death, obey our destiny, And change our frailty for eternity.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( Mr. S. B. )  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon", published 1655 [ voice and continuo ], from The Second Book of Ayres, and Dialogues, no. 37, Confirmed with The Second Book of Ayres and Dialogues, for One, Two, and Three, by Henry Lawes, John Playford, London 1655, Page 31. [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2021-12-31
Line count: 24
Word count: 136