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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
<poem>
Hark, all ye lovely saints above
Hark, all ye lovely saints above
Diana hath agreed with Love,
Diana hath agreed with Love,
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His bow forlorn
His bow forlorn
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn.
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn.
Fa la la.
Fa la la.}}
</poem>


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  • CPDL #25286:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif [ Capella]
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-05).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 36 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-17).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 86 kB   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 30 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Hark, all ye lovely saints above
Composer: Thomas Weelkes

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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Hark, all ye lovely saints above
Diana hath agreed with Love,
His fiery weapon to remove.
Fa la la.
Do you not see
How they agree?
Then cease fair ladies; why weep ye?
Fa la la.

See, see, your mistress bids you cease,
And welcome Love, with love's increase,
Diana hath procured your peace.
Fa la la.
Cupid hath sworn
His bow forlorn
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn.
Fa la la.