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Editor: Diana Thompson (added 2007-01-01).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 108 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Includes piano reduction for rehearsal
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Editor: Vince M. Brennan (added 2005-11-15).   Score information: Letter, 11 pages   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Brian Russell (added 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Come, sable night
Composer: John Ward

Number of voices: 6vv  Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations

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Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole,
and help Amyntas sadly to condole.
Behold, the sun hath shut his golden eye,
the day is spent, and shades fair lights supply.
All things in sweet repose their labours close;
Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing,
whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.