by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Sinke downe proude thoughts
Language: English
Sinke downe proude thoughts, your mounting hopes must now descend, Come griefe and care, hence ioyes your triumph now must end, Heauens now will smile no more my light is shaded, I pine without redresse, my life, my spirits like flowers are faded. O time conceale my woe, in mine owne teares drowne my distresse, Griefes none should know, when none their anguish can redresse, Pale Death hath pierst my blood, and forth it streameth, I sleepe, and in my trance, my head, my heart of sorrow dreameth.
Authorship:
- 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 William Corkine (fl. 1610-2), "Sinke downe proude thoughts", published 1610 [voice, lute, and bass viol], from the collection Airs to sing and play to the Lute and Bass-viol, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Bertram Kottmann
This text was added to the website: 2016-06-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 88