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Editor: Jon Corelis (submitted 2011-09-08).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount by Ben Jonson
Composer: Jon Corelis
Lyricist: Ben Jonson

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S

Genre: SecularUnknown

Language: English
Instruments: Wind ensemble
Published: 2011

Description: My musical setting for a well known lyric by Ben Jonson. The singer is supposed to be Echo mourning Narcissus. Written for soprano, with the vocal in this sound file represented by a synth la-la female voice. This particular arrangement features recorders, but other arrangements (maybe piano, harpischord, or organ) could be imagined. Lyrics below.

External websites: http://sites.google.com/site/jcorelis

Original text and translations

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Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount by Ben Jonson

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
    Yet slower, yet ; O faintly gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears,
    Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
          Droop herbs and flowers;
          Fall grief in showers;
          Our beauties are not ours;
             O, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
          Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature's pride is, now, a withered daffodil.