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- Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2008-12-18). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 499 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: This edition contains Vocalparts in score, Cantvs part with Lute in tabulature, Cantvs part with lute part transcripted to modern notation, Altvs, Tenor and Bassvs parts.
General Information
Title: Griefe, griefe of my best loves absenting
Composer: Robert Jones
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: One to four voices with Lute
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Original text and translations
English text
Griefe, griefe of my best loves absenting:
Now, O now wilt thou assayle mee
I had rather life should fayle mee
then endure thy slow tormenting,
life our griefes an us do sever
once for ever absence
griefs have no relenting.
Well, be it foule absence spights me,
So far of it cannot send her,
As my heart should not atend her,
O how this thoughts thought delights me
Absence doe thy worst and spare not,
Know I care not
When thou wrongst me, my thoughts right me.
O but such thoughts proue illusions,
Shadowes orf a substance banisht,
Dreames of pleasure too soone vanisht,
Reasons maimed of their conclusions,
Then since thoughts and all deceius me,
O life leaves me,
And of life fade loues confussions.