ANONYMOUS
And if thou come indeed (as Christ thee send to do') Those arms which miss thee now shall then embrace [and hold] thee to:
Each vein to every joint the lively blood shall spread Which now for want of thy glad sight doth show full pale and dead.
But if thou slip thy troth, and do not come at all, As minutes in the clock do strike so call for death I shall
To please both thy false heart and rid mybclf from woe, That rather had to die in troth than live forsaken so'
63 The Faithless Shepherdess
William Byrd's Songs of
r HILE that the sun with his beams hot Scotched the fruits in vale and mountain, Philon the shepherd, Lite forgot, Sitting beside a crystal fountain
In shadow of a green oak tree, Upon his pipe tfm song play'd he. Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love' Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love' Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. So long as I was in your Jight
I was your heart, your soul, your treasure; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure:
Three days endured your love to me, And it was lost in other three' Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love! Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love' Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
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