Alas, what a wretched life is this, Nay what a death, Where the tyrant, Love, commandeth. My flowring days are in their prime declining, All my proud hope, quite fallen, and life untwining: My joys each after other in haste are flying And leave me dying for her that scorns my crying. O she from hence departs, my Love refraining, For whom, all heartless, alas, I die complaining.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by John Wilbye (1574 - 1638), "Alas, what a wretched life", published 1598 [ vocal quintet], madrigal [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 68