by C. Webbe
Sweet, be no longer sad
Language: English
Sweet, be no longer sad, Prithee be wise, Recall that quickness once you had In those fair eyes. Methinks they're heavy grown, As they were not your own, And had forgot hearts to surprise. Tell me, oh tell me now, Where have you sent The roses in your cheeks did grow? Where's the content You once enjoy'd? say where Those pleasing charms now are Which daily do my heart torment?
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Sweet, be no longer sad", Z. 418 (1678). [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Virginia Knight
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 70