by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Aye mee, she frownes, my mistresse is offended
Language: English
Aye mee, she frownes, my Mistresse is offended, Oh pardon deare, my misse shall be amended: My fault from love proceeded, it merits grace the rather, If I no danger dreaded, it was to win your favour. Then cleere those clouds, then smile on mee, and let us bee good friends. Come walke, come talke, come kisse, come see, how soone our quarrell ends. Why low'rs my love, and blots so sweet a beautie, Oh be apeasd with vowes, with faith and duetie: Give over to be cruell, sith kindnesse seemes you better, You have but changd a Juell, and love is not your detter. Then welcome mirth, and banish mone, shew pittie on your lover, Come play, come sport, the thing thats gon no sorrow can recover. Still are you angry, and is there no relenting? Oh wiegh my woes, be mov'd with my lamenting: Alas my hart is grieved, myne inward soule doth sorrow, Unles I be releevd, I dye before to morrow. The coast is cleard, her countnance cheard, I am againe in grace, Then farewell feare, then come my deare, lets dallie and embrace.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Francis Pilkington (d. 1638), "Aye mee, she frownes, my mistresse is offended", published 1605 [ satb quartet, lute ], from First Book of Songs or Airs, no. 7, Confirmed with The First Book of Songs or Ayres, by Francis Pilkington, T Este, London 1605. [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-02-21
Line count: 18
Word count: 188