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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-05-30).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 109 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute (tenor G tuning)

General Information

Title: Sweet stay a while
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Lute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute, optional viols
Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), no.2

Description: Various performance options exist: solo voice (soprano or tenor) plus lute and (preferably) bass viol; SATB plus lute; S, 3 viols plus lute.

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Original text and translations

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Sweet stay a while, why will you rise?
The light you see comes from your eyes:
The day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part.
O stay, or else my joyes must dye,
And perish in their infancie.

Deare let me dye in this faire breast,
Farre sweeter then the Phoenix next.
Love raise desire by his sweete charmes
Within this circle of thine armes:
And let thy blissefull kisses cherish
Mine infant joyes, that else must perish.

attrib. John Donne (1572-1631)