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No grief is like to mine, | No grief is like to mine, | ||
Which naught but death can swage. | Which naught but death can swage. | ||
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She yield, to die; | She yield, to die; | ||
Come death, dispatch her life, | Come death, dispatch her life, | ||
She doth desire to die. | She doth desire to die.}} | ||
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- Editor: George Steel (submitted 2005-09-14). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 55 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: No grief is like to mine
Composer: Robert Parsons
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Countertenor solo
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Viol consort
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
No grief is like to mine,
Which naught but death can swage.
My help is hurt; my weal is woe;
My rest is ruthless rage.
My comfort is my care;
My safety shipwreck is.
My medicine is my misery,
And bale is all my bliss.
Farewell, my friendly foe!
Pandolpho proud, farewell!
Farewell the causer of my woe!
I love, and loathe to live,
I live and long to die.
Come death, dispatch her life,
She yield, to die;
Come death, dispatch her life,
She doth desire to die.