Faction that ever dwells in court (John Dowland)

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Title: Faction that euer dwells in court
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Lute (optional)

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Description: No. XVIII from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)

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Original text and translations

English text 1. Faction that ever dwells, In court where wit excels, hath set defiance; Fortune and love hath sworn, That they were never born, of one alliance. 2. Fortune swears, weakest hearts The book of Cupid's arts Turn with her wheel; Senses themselves shall prove Venture her place in love Ask them that feel. 3. This discord it begot Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In court where wits excel, Love keep the wood. 4. So to the wood went I With love to live and die Fortune forlorn. Experience of my youth Made me think humble truth In desert born. 5. My saint is dear to me, And Joan herself is she Joan fair and true; Joan that does ever move Passions of love with love, Fortune adieu.

English text 1. Faction that ever dwells, In court where wits excells, hath set defiance, Fortune and love hath sworne, That they were never borne, of one aliance. 2. Fortune sweares, weakest harts The booke of Cupids arts Turne with hir wheele, Sences themselves shall prove Venture hir place in love Aske them that feele. 3. This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In court where wits excell Love keepe the wood. 4. So to the wood went I With love to live and die Fortune forlorne, Experience of my youth Made mee thinke humble truth In desert borne. 5. My saint is deere to mee, And Jone hirselfe is shee Jone faier and true, Jone that does ever move, Passions of love with love Fortune adiew.