I tremble not at noise of war (Orlando Gibbons)

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  • (Posted 2017-10-29)  CPDL #47101:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-10-29).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 64 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Reformatting of an edition by Harrie Collins, with minor adjustments to the underlay, and to slurring.

General Information

Title: I tremble not at noise of war
Composer: Orlando Gibbons
Lyricist: Josuah Sylvester

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1612 in The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets, no. 4
    2nd published: 1847 as Le vieux chasseur in Recueil des morceaux de musique ancienne, Volume 11, no. 124
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Original text and translations

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(Gibbons reverses the line order in the first two couplets of the three he sets here.)

== A Contented Mind ==
I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile,
I joy not much in earthly joys;
I seek not state, I reck not style,
I am not fond of fancy's toys;
I rest so pleased with what I have,
I wish no more, no more I crave.
I quake not at the thunder's crack,
I tremble not at noise of war,
I swoon not at the news of wrack,
I shrink not at a blazing star:
I fear not loss, I hope not gain,
I envy none, I none disdain.
I see ambition never pleased,
I see some Tantals starved in store;
I see gold's dropsy seldom eased,
I see e'en Midas gape for more.
I neither want, nor yet abound:
Enough's a feast; content is crown'd.
I feign not friendship where I hate,
I fawn not on the great in show,
I prize, I praise a mean estate,
Neither too lofty nor too low;
This, this is all my choice, my cheer,
A mind content, a conscience clear.