Weepe you no more sad fountaines (John Dowland)

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General Information

Title: Weepe you no more sad fountaines
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 1v or 4vv  Voicing: Tenor solo or SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
Instruments: piano
Published: No XV from The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603)

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External websites: http://www.robertnottingham.com

Original text and translations

Image:English.png English text

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heav'n's sun doth gently waste.
But my sun's heav'nly eyes
View not your weeping
That now lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that Peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at e'en he sets
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
while she lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.
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