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  • (Posted 2017-04-08)   CPDL #43950:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-04-08).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 31 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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  • CPDL #16197:       
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General Information

Title: With my love my life was nestled
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: T
Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

Published: 1600 Morley's First Book of Ayres, #4.

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Original text and translations

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With my love my life was nestled,
In the sum of happiness;
From my love my life was wrested
To a world of heaviness,
O let love my life remove,
Sith I live not where I love.


Where the truth once was and is not,
Shadows are but vanities,
Showing want that help they cannot,
Signs not slaves of miseries
Painted meat no hunger feeds,
Dying life each death exceeds.


O true love, since thou hast left me,
Mortal life is tedious;
Death it is to live without thee,
Death of all most odious,
Turn again, and take me with thee,
Let me die, or live thou in me.