That heart, wherein all sorrows doth abound, Lies in this breast and cries aloud for death. O blame not her when I am underground That scorning wished t'out live my panting breath. O do not her despise, But let my death suffice, but let my death suffice To make all young men wise. My loving hopes prolonged my loathed life, Till that my life grew loathsome to my loved; Till Death and I were at no longer strife, And I was glad my death her wish approved, O let her not be shent, Yet let my precedent Make women's hearts relent.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "That heart, wherein all sorrows", published 1601, from the collection First Book of Airs, no. 17. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2014-02-23
Line count: 14
Word count: 101