by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)
To his sweet Lute
Language: English
To his sweet Lute Apollo sung the motions of the Spheares; The wondrous order of the Stars, whose course divides the yeares: And all the Mysteries above; But none of this could Midas move, Which purchast him his Asseseares. The Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t'advance; To boast of Cattle, flocks of Sheepe and Goates, on hils that dance, With much more of this chulrlish kinde: That quite transported Midas minde, And held him rapt as in a trance. This wrong the God of Musicke scorned from such a scottish Judge, And bent his angry bow at Pan, which made the Piper trudge: Then Midas head he did so trim, That ev'ra age yet talkes of him And Phoebus right revenged grudge.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620), first published 1617 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620), "To his sweet Lute", published 1617. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2006-12-09
Line count: 15
Word count: 125