The sea hath many a thousand sands (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
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Title: The sea hath many a thousand sands
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
First published: 1897
Description: Six Lyrics from an Elizabethan Song Book (1897): No. 5
- Follow your saint (Thomas Campion)
- Love is a sickness
- Turn all thy thoughts to eyes (Thomas Campion)
- Whether men do laugh or weep (From an Elizabethan Song Book)
- The sea hath many a thousand sands
- Tell me, O love (From an Elizabethan Song Book)
Original text and translations
The sea hath many thousand sands,
The sun hath motes as many;
The sky is full of stars, and Love
As full of woes as any;
Believe me, that do know the elf,
And make no trial by thyself.
It is in truth a pretty toy
For babes to play withal;
But O, the honies of our youth
Are oft our age's gall:
Self-proof in time will make thee know
He was a prophet told you so.
A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;
For head strong Youth will run his race,
Although his goal be grief,
Love's martyr, when his heat is past,
Proves Care's confessor at the last.