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- CPDL #09209: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-01-09). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 26 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 80 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: In partbook format, listed under "What if I never speed?"
General Information
Title: What if I neuer speede
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella (originally with lute tablature)
Published: No IX from The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603)
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Original text and translations
English text
- What if I never speed,
- shall I straight yield to despair,
- and still on sorrow feed
- that can no loss repair;
- or shall I change my love,
- for I find pow'r to depart,
- and in my reason prove
- I can command my heart?
- But if she will pity my desire,
- and my love requite,
- then ever shall she live my dear delight.
- Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
- Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.
- Oft have I dreamed of joy,
- yet I never felt the sweete,
- But tired with annoy,
- my griefs each other greete.
- Oft have I left my hope,
- as a wretch by fate forlorn,
- But Love aims at one scope,
- and lost will still returne.
- He that once loves with a true desire
- never can depart,
- For Cupid is the king of every heart.
- Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
- Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.