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- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-10). Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer. Some composers have separate pages.
- CPDL #1462: Finale 1998
- Editor: Suzi Nassen Stefl (submitted 2000-10-08). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 44 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Now I see thy looks were feigned
Composer: Thomas Ford
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Now I see thy looks were feigned,
Quickly lost and quickly gained.
Soft thy skin like wool of wethers,
Heart unconstant, light as feathers.
Tongue untrusty, subtlesighted,
Wanton will with change delighted.
R.: Siren, pleasant foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Of thine eye I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came my error;
All thy I counted witty,
All thy sighs I deemed pity;
Thy false tears that me aggrieved
First of all my trust deceived.
R.
Feign'd acceptance when I asked,
Lovely words with cunning masked,
Holy vows but heart unholy
Wretched man! my trust was folly.
Lilywhite and pretty winking,
Solemn vows, but sorry thinking.
R.
Now I see, O seemly cruel,
Others warm them at my fuel.
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in love is no assurance.
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
R.
Prime youth lasts not, age will follow,
And make white those tresses yellow;
Wrinkled face for looks delightful
Shall acquaint the dame despiteful;
And when time shall date thy glory
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
R.