Where are all thy beauties now (Thomas Campion)
- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2012-05-11). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 92 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (7-course, diapason tuned to F)
Original text and translations
Where are all the beauties now, all harts enchaining?
Whither are thy flatt'rers gone with all their feigning?
All fled, and thou alone still here remaining.
Thy rich state of twisted gold to baize is turned;
Cold as thou art are thy loves that so much burned:
Who dye in flatt'rers arms are seldom mourned.
Yet in spite of envy, this be still proclaimed,
That none worthier then thyself thy worth hath blamed:
When their poor names are lost thou shalt live famed,
When thy story long time hence shall be perused,
Let the blemish of thy rule thus be excused,
None ever lived more just, none more abused.