Tosse not my soule (John Dowland)

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General Information

Title: Tosse not my soule
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Lute (optional)

First published: 1600 in The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres, no. 20

Description: Initially titled 'Finding in fields my Silvia alone'.

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Original text and translations

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Tosse not my soule, O love twixt hope and feare,
Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand or surely fall,
I care not which apeare, So one will close me in a certaine band.

When once of ill the uttermost is knowen,
The strength of sorrow quite is over throwne.

Take mee Assurance to thy blisfull holde,
Or thou Despaire unto thy darkest Cell,
Each hath full rest, the on in joyes en rolde,
Th'other, in that hee feares no more, is well:

When once of ill the uttermost is knowen,
The strength of sorrow quite is over throwne.