I always loved to call my lady Rose, For in her cheeks roses do sweetly glose, And from her lips she such sweet odours threw As roses do ’gainst Phœbus’ morning-view: But when I thought to pull’t, hope was bereft me, — My rose was gone and naught but prickles left me.
First Set of Madrigals
by Henry Lichfild (d. 1613)
?. I always loved to call my lady Rose
Language: English
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Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, pages 40-41.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
?. Injurious hours, whilst any joy doth bless me
Language: English
Injurious hours, whilst any joy doth bless me, With speedy wings you fly and so release me; But if some sorrow do oppress my heart, You creep as if you never meant to part.
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Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 59.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
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