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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{CPDLno|11336}} [[Media:LoveLove.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:LoveLove.mid|{{mid}}]] | |||
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:'''Edition notes:''' Original note values and barring. Lute part in modern score notation, but otherwise unchanged. Spelling modernised. | :'''Edition notes:''' Original note values and barring. Lute part in modern score notation, but otherwise unchanged. Spelling modernised. | ||
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{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | {{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}} | |||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments| Lute, bass viol}} | |||
'' | {{Pub|1|1610|in ''{{NoCo|The Muses Gardin for Delights}}''|no=1}} | ||
'''Description:''' The lute parts of '''[[A Musicall Dreame (Robert Jones)|A Musicall Dreame]]''' and '''[[The Muses Gardin for Delights (Robert Jones)|The Muses Gardin for Delights]]''' are, in places, crude and dissonant. It has been suggested that, in these cases, Jones is only responsible for the melody and bass lines, but there is little external evidence to support this. | '''Description:''' The lute parts of '''[[A Musicall Dreame (Robert Jones)|A Musicall Dreame]]''' and '''[[The Muses Gardin for Delights (Robert Jones)|The Muses Gardin for Delights]]''' are, in places, crude and dissonant. It has been suggested that, in these cases, Jones is only responsible for the melody and bass lines, but there is little external evidence to support this. | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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:Yet what a quoile it keepes, | :Yet what a quoile it keepes, | ||
:With thousand eyes of jealousies, | :With thousand eyes of jealousies, | ||
:Yet no one ever sleepes. | :Yet no one ever sleepes.}} | ||
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[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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- Editor: Rob Durk (submitted 2006-03-27). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 67 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original note values and barring. Lute part in modern score notation, but otherwise unchanged. Spelling modernised.
General Information
Title: Love, love
Composer: Robert Jones
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Lute, bass viol
First published: 1610 in The Muses Gardin for Delights, no. 1
Description: The lute parts of A Musicall Dreame and The Muses Gardin for Delights are, in places, crude and dissonant. It has been suggested that, in these cases, Jones is only responsible for the melody and bass lines, but there is little external evidence to support this.
External websites: Texts of five of Jones' publications, including 'The Muses Gardin for Delights', with some midi files (copyright)
Original text and translations
English text
Original spelling, modern orthography
1. Loue Is a prettie Frencie,
a melancholy fire,
begot by lookes, maintain'd with hopes,
and hey th'end, by desire.
2. Love is a pretie Tyrant,
By our affections armed,
Take them away, none lives this day,
The Coward boy hath harmed.
3. Love is a pretie Idole,
Opinion did devise him,
His votaries is slouth and lies,
The Robes that doe disguise him.
4. Love is a pretie Painter,
And counterfeiteth passion,
His shadow'd lies, makes fancies rise,
To set beliefe in fashion.
5. Love is a pretie Pedlar,
Whose Packe is fraught with sorrowes,
With doubts with fears, with sighs with teares,
Some joyes, but those he borrowes.
6. Love is a pretie nothing,
Yet what a quoile it keepes,
With thousand eyes of jealousies,
Yet no one ever sleepes.