Go nightly cares (John Dowland)
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CPDL #17267:
- Editor: David Fraser (added 2008-06-15). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 240 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: A/T solo, treble & bass viols and lute (8/9 course, tenor G tuning)
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General Information
Title: Goe nightly cares
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 1vv Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Lute, treble & bass viols
Published: 1612
Description: No. IX from A Pilgrimes Solace
External websites: http://www.xprt.net/~vox/Music/Music.html
Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest, Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite, So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast, that loe I live of life bereaved quite, O give me time to draw my weary breath, Or let me dye, as I desire the death. Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell, Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.
False world farewell, the enemy to rest, now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight: Free from thy cares I live for ever blest, Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight. Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate, nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state. And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue, and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest, Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite, So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast, that loe I live of life bereaved quite, O give me time to draw my weary breath, Or let me dye, as I desire the death. Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell, Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.
False world farewell, the enemy to rest, now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight: Free from thy cares I live for ever blest, Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight. Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate, nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state. And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue, and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.