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Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing (John Dowland)

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Edition notes: Solo voice (S/T), bass viol & lute tablature (7-course, tenor G tuning)
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General Information

Title: Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute, bass viol
Published: The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires... (1603), no.4

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Original text and translations

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Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing,
Soon begun Love with hate estranging:
He that to day triumphs with favors graced,
fals before night with scornes defaced:
Yet is thy beautie fainde, and ev’rie one desires,
still the false light of thy traiterous fires.

Beautie can want no grace by true love viewed,
Fancie by lookes is still renued:
Like to a fruitfull tree it ever groweth,
Or the fresh-spring that endlesse floweth.
But if that beautie were of one consent with love,
Love should live free, and true pleasure prove.

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