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1. Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet may not I complain: | 1. Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet may not I complain: | ||
You persuade me 'tis but art That secret love must feign. | |||
If another you affect, T'is but a show t'avoid suspect. | |||
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing. | |||
2. Your wish'd sight if I desire, Suspicions you pretend: | 2. Your wish'd sight if I desire, Suspicions you pretend: | ||
Causeless you yourself retire while I in vain attend. | |||
This a lover whets you say, Still made more eager by delay. | |||
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing. | |||
3. When another holds your hand, You swear I hold your heart: | 3. When another holds your hand, You swear I hold your heart: | ||
When my rivals close do stand, And I sit far apart. | |||
I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom, as you say. | |||
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing. | |||
4. Would my rival then I were, Some else your secret friend: | 4. Would my rival then I were, Some else your secret friend: | ||
So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend. | |||
They enjoy you ev'ry one Yet I must seem your friend alone. | |||
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing. | |||
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CPDL #25313: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-09). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Though your strangeness frets my heart
Composer: Thomas Campion
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: No. 16 from the Second Book of Ayres.
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English text
1. Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet may not I complain:
You persuade me 'tis but art That secret love must feign.
If another you affect, T'is but a show t'avoid suspect.
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
2. Your wish'd sight if I desire, Suspicions you pretend:
Causeless you yourself retire while I in vain attend.
This a lover whets you say, Still made more eager by delay.
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
3. When another holds your hand, You swear I hold your heart:
When my rivals close do stand, And I sit far apart.
I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom, as you say.
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.
4. Would my rival then I were, Some else your secret friend:
So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend.
They enjoy you ev'ry one Yet I must seem your friend alone.
Is this fair excusing? O no, all is abusing.