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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
Trust not too much, fair youth, unto thy feature;  
Trust not too much, fair youth, unto thy feature;  
Be not enamoured of thy blushing, blushing hue.  
Be not enamoured of thy blushing, blushing hue.  
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Sweet violets are gather'd in their spring,  
Sweet violets are gather'd in their spring,  
white primit falls withouten pitying.
white primit falls withouten pitying.
</poem>
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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2014-05-07).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 123 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-01-14).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 123 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-26).   Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 103 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan.

General Information

Title: Trust not too much
Composer: Orlando Gibbons

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSTTB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1612

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Original text and translations

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Trust not too much, fair youth, unto thy feature;
Be not enamoured of thy blushing, blushing hue.
Be gamesome whilst thou art a goodly creature;
The flow'rs will fade that in thy garden grew.
Sweet violets are gather'd in their spring,
white primit falls withouten pitying.