Thomas Ford (c1580 - sepolto il 17 novembre 1648): Now I see thy looks were feigned, madrigale a 4 voci (pubblicato in Musicke of Sundrie Kindes, 1607, vol. I, n. 4). Elisabeth Frèrebeau, Emma Spinelli e Tom Mébarki.
Now I see thy looks were feigned,
Quickly lost and quickly gained.
Soft thy skin like wool of wethers,
Heart unconstant, light as feathers.
Tongue untrusty, subtle-sighted,
Wanton will with change delighted.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Of thine eye I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came my error;
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighs I deemed pity;
Thy false tears that me aggrieved
First of all my trust deceived.
Siren pleasant…
Feign’d acceptance when I asked,
Lovely words with cunning masked,
Holy vows but heart unholy
Wretched man! my trust was folly.
Lily-white and pretty winking,
Solemn vows, but sorry thinking.
Siren pleasant…
Now I see, O seemly cruel,
Others warm them at my fuel.
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in love is no assurance.
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
Siren pleasant…
Prime youth lasts not, age will follow,
And make white those tresses yellow;
Wrinkled face for looks delightful
Shall acquaint the dame despiteful;
And when time shall date thy glory
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
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