Love-sick I am, and must endure A desperate grief, that finds no cure. Ah me ! I try ; and trying, prove No herbs have power to cure love. Only one sovereign salve I know, And that is death, the end of woe.
Nine Sets of Four Songs Each, Set IV , opus 85
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. Love‑sick I am  [sung text not yet checked]
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Text Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "On Himself (II)"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick. Vol I, Alfred Pollard, ed., London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, page 72.
2. Upon Cupid  [sung text not yet checked]
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Old wives have often told how they Saw Cupid bitten by a flea ; And thereupon, in tears half drown'd, He cried aloud : Help, help the wound ! He wept, he sobb'd, he call'd to some To bring him lint and balsamum, To make a tent, and put it in Where the stiletto pierced the skin Which, being done, the fretful pain Assuaged, and he was well again.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "Upon Cupid"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol I, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, page 19.
3. To the willow tree  [sung text not yet checked]
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Thou art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distress'd, And left of love, are crown'd. When once the lover's rose is dead, Or laid aside forlorn: Then willow-garlands 'bout the head Bedew'd with tears are worn. When with neglect, the lover's bane, Poor maids rewarded be, For their love lost, their only gain Is but a wreath from thee. And underneath thy cooling shade, When weary of the light, The love-spent youth and love-sick maid Come to weep out the night.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To the Willow-Tree"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol I, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, page 132.
4. To the Nightingale and Robin Redbreast  [sung text not yet checked]
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When I departed am, ring thou my knell, Thou pitiful and pretty Philomel : And when I'm laid out for a corse, then be Thou sexton, redbreast, for to cover me.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To the Nightingale and Robin Redbreast"
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Confirmed with Works of Robert Herrick, Vol I, ed. by Alfred Pollard, London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891, page 138.