Philip Rosseter (1567 o 1568 - 5 maggio 1623): What then is love but mourning?, ayre (1601). Alfred Deller, haute-contre, e Desmond Dupré, liuto.
What then is love but mourning?
What desire but a selfburning?
Till she that hates doth love return,
Thus will I mourn,
Thus will I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.
Beauty is but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing,
Time hath a while which none can stay,
Then come away,
While thus I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.
Summer in winter fadeth,
Gloomy night heav’nly light shadeth,
Like to the mourn are Venus’ flowers,
Such are her hours,
Then will I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.
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