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CPDL #26168: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-05-13). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 39 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #11113, with minor changes to underlay.
- CPDL #11113: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-27). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 45 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-26). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 68 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan.
General Information
Title: Wherefore sit I complaining?
Composer: Peter Philips
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
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Original text and translations
English text
Wherefore sit I complaining,
sobs and groanings, out, alas, my disdaining?
Never this mirth contents me,
when grief of mind torments me,
but cease this weeping, fool,
she does but prove thee;
comfort false, hence, away,
for thou cans't not move me,
and you that saw too much,
mine eyes, shall dearly buy it.
Still thus to weep forever
your fountains shall persevere.
O eyes that did espy it.
False comfort, hence,
for thou cans't never ease me,
away, I say, thou cans't not please me.
Phyllis, I cry, for want of dying.