Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone, feeding her flock near to the mountainside The shepherds knew not whither she was gone, But after her lover Amyntas hide Up and down he wandered, Whilst she was missing; When he found her, O, then they fell a kissing.
First Set of English Madrigals
by John Farmer (c1570 - c1601?5)
?. Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Researcher for this page: Ivo Zandhuis?. O stay, sweet love  [sung text checked 1 time]
O stay, sweet love; see here the place of sporting; These gentle flowers smile sweetly to invite us, And chirping birds are hitherward resorting, Warbling sweet notes only to delight us: Then stay, dear love, for, tho' thou run from me, Run ne'er so fast, yet I will follow thee. I thought, my love, that I should overtake you; Sweet heart, sit down under this shadow'd tree, And I will promise never to forsake you, So you will grant to me a lover's fee. Whereat she smiled, and kindly to me said - I never meant to live and die a maid.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Take time, while time doth last  [sung text checked 1 time]
Take time, while time doth last, Mark how fair fadeth fast, beware if envy reign: take heed of proud disdain; hold fast, now in thy youth, regard thy vowed truth; lest when thou waxeth old, friends fail and love grow cold.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. You blessèd bowers whose green leaves now are spreading  [sung text checked 1 time]
You blessèd bowers whose green leaves now are spreading, Shadow the sunshine from my mistress' face, And you, sweet roses, only for her bedding When weary she doth take her resting-place; You fair white lilies and pretty flowers all, Give your attendance at my mistress' call.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. A pretty little bonny lass  [sung text checked 1 time]
A little pretty bonny lass was walking In midst of May before the sun 'gan rise. I took her by the hand and fell to talking Of this and that, as best I could devise. I swore I would, yet still she said I should not Do what I would, and yet for all I could not.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Who would have thought that face of thine  [sung text checked 1 time]
Who would have thought that face of thine Had been so full of doubleness? Or [else]1 within those crystal eyne Had [rest]2 so much unstableness? Thy face so fair, thy look so strange, Who would have thought [so full of]3 change?
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- by Thomas Howell (flourished 1568-1581), "Who Would Have Thought -"
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2 Farmer: "been"
3 Farmer: "of such a"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
?. Now each creature joys the other  [sung text checked 1 time]
Now each creature joys the other,
Passing happy days and hours;
One bird reports unto another
[In]1 the fall of silver showers;
Whilst the earth, our common mother,
Hath her bosom decked with flowers.
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- by Samuel Daniel (1562 - 1619)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]