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- CPDL #13121:
NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-11-17). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 27 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #05477:
PDF, MIDI and Capella 4 files available.
- Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18). Score information: A4, 1 page, 38 kB Copyright: Personal
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- CPDL #02850: PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-07-17). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 80 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: in partbook format.
General Information
Title: Thinkst thou then by thy feigning
Composer: John Dowland
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.10
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Think'st thou then by thy feigning
Sleep, with a proud disdaining,
Or with thy crafty closing
Thy cruel eyes reposing,
To drive me from thy sight,
When sleep yields more delight,
Such harmless beauty gracing.
And while sleep feigned is,
May not I steal a kiss,
Thy quiet arms embracing.
O that my sleep dissembled,
Were to a trance resembled,
Thy cruel eyes deceiving,
Of lively sense bereaving:
Then should my love requite
Thy love's unkind despite,
While fury triumph'd boldly
In beauty's sweet disgrace:
And liv'd in sweet embrace
Of her that lov'd so coldly.
Should then my love aspiring,
Forbidden joys desiring,
So far exceed the duty
That virtue owes to beauty?
No Love seek not thy bliss,
Beyond a simple kiss:
For such deceits are harmless,
Yet kiss a thousand-fold.
For kisses may be bold
When lovely sleep is armless.