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Nor but for sorrow had my soul survived.
 
Nor but for sorrow had my soul survived.
 
Only this hope doth rest for my contentment,
 
Only this hope doth rest for my contentment,
that Fortune, tir'd, will yield me some amendment.
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That fortune, tir'd, will yield me some amendment.
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  • CPDL #25441:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif [ Capella]
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-21).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 52 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Based on #11633, which seems to be a copy of #10132, without the dynamics. The alto part has been transposed down an octave and the whole piece then transposed up a tone. Although this version is set as SSATTB, the first tenor range would make SSAATB possible too.
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-05-07).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: GnuGPL
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  • CPDL #10132:  Network.png
Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-15).   Score information: Letter, 14 pages, 76 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 V. M. Brennan
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General Information

Title: Ah, cruel hateful Fortune
Composer: George Kirbye

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB or SSAATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1597

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Original text and translations

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Ah! cruel, hateful fortune!
Now must I death importune,
Since that I am of all my hope deprived,
Nor but for sorrow had my soul survived.
Only this hope doth rest for my contentment,
That fortune, tir'd, will yield me some amendment.