Say love if ever thou didst find (John Dowland)

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  • CPDL #26039:   
Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2012-04-27).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 93 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute (7-course). All 4 stanzas underlaid.
  • CPDL #17380:      (Finale 2006)
Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2008-06-28).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 37 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:
  • CPDL #10893:    Icon_snd.gif Nwc.png (NoteWorthy Composer)
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-01-31).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 18 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.
Editor: Suzi Nassen Stefl (submitted 2000-08-31).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 44 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.

General Information

Title: Say love if ever thou didst finde
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

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Original text and translations

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Say, Love if ever thou didst find,
A woman with a constant mind,
None but one,
And what should that rare mirror be,
Some goddess or some queen is she,
She and only she,
She only queen of love and beauty.

But could thy fiery poison'd dart
At no time touch her spotless heart
Nor come near?
She is not subject to Love's bow,
Her eye commands, her heart saith 'No',
No and only no
One no another still doth follow.

How might I that fair wonder know
That mocks desire with endless no
See the moon
That ever in one change doth grow
Yet still the same and she is so
So and only so
From Heav'n her virtues she doth borrow

To her then yield thy shafts and bow,
That can command affections so:
Love is free,
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
There is no queen of love but she,
She and only she,
She only queen of love and beauty.