Two lovers sat lamenting, hard by a Cristall brooke, Each others hart tormenting, Exchanging looke for looke, With sihes and teares bewraying, Their silent thoughts delaying, At last coth one, shall we alone, Sit here our thoughts bewraying? Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, oh fie, it may not be, set looking by, let speaking set us free. Then thus their silence breaking Their thoughts too long estranged They do bewray by speaking, And words with words exchanged: Then one of them replyed Great pity we had dyed, Thus all alone in silent moane And not our thoughts descryed. Fie, fie, oh fie, Oh fie, that had beene ill That inwardly Sylence the hart should kill. From lookes and words to kisses They made their next proceeding, And as their onely blisses They therein were exeeding. Oh what a joy is this, To looke, to talke, to kisse? But thus begunne is all now done? Ah: all then nothing is. Fie, fie, oh fie, Oh fie, it is a Hell And better dye than kisse, And not end well.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, from The second booke of Ayres, first published 1612 [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), "Two lovers sat lamenting", published 1612. [voice and viola da gamba] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Linda Godry
This text was added to the website: 2006-12-09
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Word count: 178