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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-04).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 100 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (tenor G tuning)

General Information

Title: Love those beames that breede
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Lute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), no.4

Description: May be performed by: solo voice (S or T) plus lute and (preferably) bass viol; SATB plus lute, S, 3 viols plus lute.

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Original text and translations

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Love those beames that breede, all day long breed, and feed, this burning:
Love I quench with flouds,
flouds of teares, nightly teares and mourning.
But alas teares coole this fire in vaine,
The more I quench, the more there doth remaine.

Ile goe to the woods, and alone, make my moane, oh cruell:
For I am deceiv’d and bereav’d of my life, my jewell,
O but in the woods, though Love be blinde,
Hee hath his spies, my secret haunts to finde.

Love then I must yeeld to thy might, might and spight oppressed,
Since I see my wrongs, woe is me, cannot be redressed.
Come at last, be friendly Love to me,
And let me not, endure this miserie.