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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2008-06-05}} {{CPDLno|17094}} [[Media:DOWL-SHA.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:DOWL-SHA.mid|{{mid}}]]
*{{CPDLno|17094}} [{{filepath:DOWL-SHA.pdf}} {{pdf}}] [{{filepath:DOWL-SHA.mid}} {{mid}}]
{{Editor|David Fraser|2008-06-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|136}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
{{Editor|David Fraser|2008-06-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|136}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' SATB plus lute tablature (tenor G tuning)
:{{EdNotes|SATB plus lute tablature (tenor G tuning)}}


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Shall I strive with wordes to move''<br>
{{Title|''Shall I strive with wordes to move''}}
{{Composer|John Dowland}}
{{Composer|John Dowland}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Lute songs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Lute songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Lute}}
{{Instruments|Lute}}
 
{{Pub|1|1612|in ''{{NoCo|A Pilgrimes Solace}}''|no=5}}
'''Published:''' ''A Pilgrimes Solace'' (1612), no. 5
{{Descr|May be performed by: solo voice (S/T) plus lute; SATB plus lute; S, 3 viols plus lute.}}
 
{{#ExtWeb:}}
'''Description:''' May be performed by: solo voice (S/T) plus lute; SATB plus lute; S, 3 viols plus lute.
 
'''External websites:'''
 
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?


{{Text|English}}
Griefe alas though all in vaine,
 
her restlesse anguish must reveale:
Shall I strive with wordes to move,<br>
Shee alone my wound shall know,
when deedes receive not due regard?<br>
though shee will not heale.
Shall I speake, and neyther please,<br>
nor be freely heard?<br>
 
Griefe alas though all in vaine,<br>
her restlesse anguish must reveale:<br>
Shee alone my wound shall know,<br>
though shee will not heale.<br>


All woes have end, though a while delaid,<br>
All woes have end, though a while delaid,
our patience proving.<br>
our patience proving.
Oh that time's strange effects<br>
Oh that time's strange effects
could but make her loving.<br>
could but make her loving.


Stormes calme at last, and why may not<br>
Stormes calme at last, and why may not
shee leave off her frowning?<br>
shee leave off her frowning?
Oh sweet Love, help her hands<br>
Oh sweet Love, help her hands
My affection crowning.<br>
My affection crowning.


I woo’d her, I lov’d her,<br>
I woo’d her, I lov’d her,
and none but her admire.<br>
and none but her admire.
O come deare joy, and answere my desire.
O come deare joy, and answere my desire.}}


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[[Category:Sheet music]]
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[[Category:Renaissance music]]

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  • (Posted 2008-06-05)  CPDL #17094:     
Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-05).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 136 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (tenor G tuning)

General Information

Title: Shall I strive with wordes to move
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

First published: 1612 in A Pilgrimes Solace, no. 5
Description: May be performed by: solo voice (S/T) plus lute; SATB plus lute; S, 3 viols plus lute.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?

Griefe alas though all in vaine,
her restlesse anguish must reveale:
Shee alone my wound shall know,
though shee will not heale.

All woes have end, though a while delaid,
our patience proving.
Oh that time's strange effects
could but make her loving.

Stormes calme at last, and why may not
shee leave off her frowning?
Oh sweet Love, help her hands
My affection crowning.

I woo’d her, I lov’d her,
and none but her admire.
O come deare joy, and answere my desire.