Now welcome, somer with thy sonne softe that hast this wintres weders over shake, And driven away the longe nightes blake! Saint Valentine, that art full hy in lofte, Thus singen smalle foules for thy sake; Now welcome, somer with thy sonne softe that hast this wintres weders over shake. Wel have they cause for to gladden ofte, Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make; Ful blissfully they singen when they wake: Now welcome, somer with thy sonne softe that hast this wintres weders over shake.
Varieties of Amorous Experience
Song Cycle by Elizabeth Walton Vercoe (b. 1941)
1. Qui bien aime  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Geoffrey Chaucer (c1343 - 1400) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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2. An appeal to cats in the business of love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Ye cats that at midnighte spit love at each other, Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover. I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur, If the business of Love be no more than to purr. Old Lady Gimalkin with her gooseberry eyes, Knew something when a kitten, for why she is wise; You find by experiences, the love-fit's soon o'er. Puss! Puss! lasts not long, but turns to Cat-whore!
- by Coventry (Kersey Dighton) Patmore (1823 - 1896) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
3. How like a winter  [sung text checked 1 time]
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time remov'd was summer's time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 97 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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4. The kiss  [sung text checked 1 time]
'I saw you take his kiss!' ''Tis true.” 'O, modesty!' ''Twas strictly kept: He thought me asleep; at least I knew He thought I thought he thought I slept.”
- by Thomas Flatman (1637 - 1688) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]