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Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-12-01).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Polledocreate page (submitted 2000-08-22).   Score information: 96 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Encore file is zipped.

General Information

Title: Thus saith my Cloris bright
Composer: John Wilbye

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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Thus saith my Cloris bright,
when we of Love sit downe and talke together,
Beware of Love, deere, Love is a walking sprite,
And Love is this and that,
And O I wot not what,
And comes and goes againe,
I wot not whither,
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing,
for in her eies I saw his torch light blazing.