by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
'Tis but a frown
Language: English
'Tis but a frown, I prithee let me die, On bended brow concludes my tragedy. For all my love I crave but this of thee, Thou wilt not be too long in killing me. If that you love not, what avails your smiles? You only warm a ball of snow the whiles, Which whilst it gathers comfort from your eyes, With that same comfort melts away and dies. Thus in the end your smiles, your frowns, are one, And differ but in execution.
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 Walter Porter (1587 - 1659), "'Tis but a frown", published 1632. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 10
Word count: 83