by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Thus saith my Cloris bright
Language: English
Thus saith my Cloris bright When we of Love sit down and talk together Beware of Love, Love is a walking sprite, And Love is this and that, And O I wot not what, And comes and goes again I wot not whither. No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing For in her eyes I saw his torchlight blazing.
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 John Wilbye (1574 - 1638), "Thus saith my Cloris bright", published 1598 [ vocal quartet], madrigal [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 61