In a dream, Love bade me go To the galleys there to row ; In the vision I ask'd why ? Love as briefly did reply, 'Twas better there to toil, than prove The turmoils they endure that love. I awoke, and then I knew What Love said was too-too true ; Henceforth therefore I will be, As from love, from trouble free. None pities him that's in the snare, And warn'd before would not beware.
Five Songs , opus 148
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. In a dream, Love bade me go  [sung text not yet checked]
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- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "Upon Love (VI)"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol II, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, page 20.
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2. Hence a blessed soul is fled  [sung text not yet checked]
Hence a blessed soul is fled, Leaving here the body dead; Which since here they can't combine, For the saint we'll keep the shrine.
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- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "Upon a maid"
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Here, here I live with what my board Can with the smallest cost afford. Though ne'er so mean the viands be, They well content my Prew and me. Or pea, or bean, or wort, or beet, Whatever comes, content makes sweet. Here we rejoice, because no rent We pay for our poor tenement Wherein we rest, and never fear The landlord or the usurer. The quarter-day does ne'er affright Our peaceful slumbers in the night. We eat our own and batten more, Because we feed on no man's score ; But pity those whose flanks grow great, Swell'd with the lard of other's meat. We bless our fortunes when we see Our own beloved privacy ; And like our living, where we're known To very few, or else to none.
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "His content in the country"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol I, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, pages 251-252.
Note: Prew is Herrick's servant, Prudence Baldwin.
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4. The old wives' prayer  [sung text not yet checked]
Holyrood, come forth and shield Us i' th' city and the field : Safely guard us, now and aye, From the blast that burns by day ; And those sounds that us affright In the dead of dampish night. Drive all hurtful fiends us fro, By the time the cocks first crow.
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- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The old wives' prayer"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol I, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, pages 222.
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5. How Springs came first  [sung text not yet checked]
These Springs were Maidens once that lov'd, But lost to that, they most approv'd: My Story tels, by Love they were Turn'd to these Springs, which we see here: The pretty whimpering that they make, When of the Banks their leave they take; Tels yee but this, they are the same, In nothing chang'd but in their name.
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- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "How Springs came first"
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