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CPDL #11131: NOTEWORTHY COMPOSER
- Editor: Brian Russell (added 2006-02-28). Score information: Copyright: GnuGPDL
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- CPDL #6752: Scorch Sibelius 2.
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General Information
Title: What is our life?
Composer: Orlando Gibbons
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SAATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
Instruments: none, a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites: http://www.oldmusicproject.com
Original text and translations
Original text:
English text
What is our life, our life? A play of passion.
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mother's wombs the 'tiring houses be,
where we are dress'd for this short comedy.
Heav'n the judicious sharp spectator is,
that sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves, that hide us from the searching sun
are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing to our latest rest;
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.