by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Go, Passions, to the cruel fair
Language: English
Go, Passions, to the cruel fair, Plead my sorrows never ceasing; Tell her those smiles are empty air, Growing hopes but not increasing, Hasting, wasting, with swift pace, Date of joy in dull disgrace. Urge her but gently, I request, With breach of faith and wrack of vows; Say that my grief and mind's unrest Lives in the shadow of her brows, Plying, flying, there to die In sad woe and misery. Importune pity at the last, (Pity in those eyes should hover); Recount my sighs and torments past As annals of a constant lover Spending, ending, many days Of blasted hopes and slack delays.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Thomas Ford (d. 1648), "Go, Passions, to the cruel fair", 1607, published 1607, from the collection Musicke of Sundrie Kindes [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 105