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:'''Edition notes:''' Source file may be opened with Finale Viewer, Finale 2007 or higher, Allegro 2007 or higher.
:'''Edition notes:''' Source file may be opened with Finale Viewer, Finale 2007 or higher, Allegro 2007 or higher.



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Editor: Joachim Kelecom (submitted 2008-03-12).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 55 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Source file may be opened with Finale Viewer, Finale 2007 or higher, Allegro 2007 or higher.

General Information

Title: Quand l'ennuy facheux
Composer: Guillaume Costeley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1567

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Original text and translations

French.png French text

Quand l'ennuy facheux vous prend
N'attendez point qu'il entame
Votre beauté dont despend
Le plaisir plus doux que basme.
Venez, et je soys infame
S'en riant ne vous guéris.
J'ay du passetems, madame,
pour dix.


English.png English translation

If you feel the sorrow setting in,
do not wait for it to overcome
your beauty, which is the source
of pleasure sweeter than balm.
Come to me, and I'll be damned
if I do not cure your sorrow with a laugh.
I have tricks up my sleeve, my lady,
that would cure ten like you.