Flow not so fast ye fountains (John Dowland)

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  • (Posted 2012-04-11)  CPDL #25924:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-11).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Reformatting of #16837, with corrections. Musica ficta are editorial. Revised files uploaded 05/02/17.
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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-07).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 26 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2003-03-25).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 120 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Arranged by Eva Toller. see under "Women's Choir" on the main page, arranged by for women's voices by Eva Toller; MIDI files available for each part. All files are available on http://www.evatoller.se/main_women_titles_E-K.html

General Information

Title: Flow not so fast ye fountains
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4 or 5vv   Voicings: SATB or SSAAA
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1603 in The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires, no. 8
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Original text and translations

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Flow not so fast, ye fountains;
What needeth all this haste?
Swell not above your mountains,
Nor spend your time in waste.
Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
Must still fall dropping from their spheres.

Weep they apace whom Reason
Or ling'ring Time can ease.
My sorrow can no Season,
Nor aught besides, appease.
Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
Must still fall dropping from their spheres.

Time can abate the terror
Of every common pain;
But common grief is error,
True grief will still remain.
Gentle springs, freshly your salt tears
Must still fall dropping from their spheres.