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*{{CPDLno|1462}} [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sheet/ford-now.pdf {{pdf}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sound/ford-now.mid {{mid}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/source/ford-now.zip Finale 1998] | *{{CPDLno|1462}} [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sheet/ford-now.pdf {{pdf}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sound/ford-now.mid {{mid}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/source/ford-now.zip Finale 1998] | ||
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Soft thy skin like wool of wethers, | Soft thy skin like wool of wethers, | ||
Heart unconstant, light as feathers. | Heart unconstant, light as feathers. | ||
Tongue untrusty, | Tongue untrusty, subtle-sighted, | ||
Wanton will with change delighted. | Wanton will with change delighted. | ||
R.: Siren, | R.: Siren pleasant, foe to reason, | ||
Cupid plague thee for thy treason. | Cupid plague thee for thy treason. | ||
Of thine eye I made my mirror, | Of thine eye I made my mirror, | ||
From thy beauty came my error; | From thy beauty came my error; | ||
All thy I counted witty, | All thy words I counted witty, | ||
All thy sighs I deemed pity; | All thy sighs I deemed pity; | ||
Thy false tears that me aggrieved | Thy false tears that me aggrieved | ||
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Holy vows but heart unholy | Holy vows but heart unholy | ||
Wretched man! my trust was folly. | Wretched man! my trust was folly. | ||
Lily-white and pretty winking, | |||
Solemn vows, but sorry thinking. | Solemn vows, but sorry thinking. | ||
R. | R. |
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CPDL #26018: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-25). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 18 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #14914, with corrections.
- CPDL #14914: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-10). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 21 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
- CPDL #01462: Finale 1998
- Editor: Suzi Nassen Stefl (submitted 2000-10-08). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 44 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.
General Information
Title: Now I see thy looks were feigned
Composer: Thomas Ford
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Now I see thy looks were feigned,
Quickly lost and quickly gained.
Soft thy skin like wool of wethers,
Heart unconstant, light as feathers.
Tongue untrusty, subtle-sighted,
Wanton will with change delighted.
R.: Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Of thine eye I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came my error;
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighs I deemed pity;
Thy false tears that me aggrieved
First of all my trust deceived.
R.
Feign'd acceptance when I asked,
Lovely words with cunning masked,
Holy vows but heart unholy
Wretched man! my trust was folly.
Lily-white and pretty winking,
Solemn vows, but sorry thinking.
R.
Now I see, O seemly cruel,
Others warm them at my fuel.
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in love is no assurance.
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
R.
Prime youth lasts not, age will follow,
And make white those tresses yellow;
Wrinkled face for looks delightful
Shall acquaint the dame despiteful;
And when time shall date thy glory
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
R.