by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The mournful lovers
Language: English
Come, sad turtle, mateless moaning, Droop no more for want of Owning. Here's a Breast For your Nest, Like an Altar, Cypress-dress'd, Sacrificing griefful groaning. Come, sad Turtle, oh come hither. Our fate's alike, let's die together. Come and use sigh-soothing skill, And with cooing gently kill Soon as Asps' Fatal Clasps. Whilst you, sad, glad feeder gasps, Feed on woe, and feast your fill. Come, sad Turtle, oh come hither. Our fate's alike, let's die together.
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Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th century )  [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), "The mournful lovers" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 77