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*{{NewWork|2008-06-11}} '''CPDL #17179:''' [http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/c/cb/DOWL-TEL.pdf {{pdf}}] [http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/d/d7/DOWL-TEL.mid {{mid}}] | |||
:'''Editor:''' [[User:David Fraser|David Fraser]] ''(added 2008-06-11)''. '''Score information: '''A4, 3 pages, 128 kbytes '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:CPDL|CPDL]] | |||
:'''Edition notes:''' SATB plus lute and bass viol | |||
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Tell me true Love where shall I seeke thy being,<br> | |||
In thoughts or words, in vowes or promise making,<br> | |||
In reasons, lookes, or passions never seeing,<br> | |||
In men on earth, or womens minds partaking.<br> | |||
Thou canst not dye, and therefore living tell me<br> | |||
where is thy seate, why doth this age expell thee?<br> | |||
When thoughts are still unseene and words disguised;<br> | |||
vowes are not sacred held, nor promise debt:<br> | |||
By passion reasons glory is surprised,<br> | |||
in neyther sexe is true love firmly set.<br> | |||
Thoughts fainde, words false, vowes and promise broken<br> | |||
Made true Love flye from earth, this is the token.<br> | |||
Mount then my thoughts, here is for thee no dwelling,<br> | |||
since truth and falshood live like twins together:<br> | |||
Beleeve not sense, eyes, eares, touch, taste, or smelling,<br> | |||
both Art and Nature’s forc’d: put trust in neyther.<br> | |||
One onely shee doth true Love captive binde<br> | |||
In fairest brest, but in a fairer minde.<br> | |||
O fairest minde, enrich’d with Loves residing,<br> | |||
retaine the best, in hearts let some seed fall,<br> | |||
In stead of weeds Loves fruits may have abiding;<br> | |||
at Harvest you shall reape encrease of all.<br> | |||
O happy Love, more happy man that findes thee,<br> | |||
Most happy Saint, that keepes, restores, unbindes thee.<br> | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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CPDL #17179:
- Editor: David Fraser (added 2008-06-11). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 128 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute and bass viol
CPDL #16866: MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer 2.
- Editor: Brian Russell (added 2008-05-09). Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer.
Some composers have separate pages available from their country of origin page. - Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Numerous serious errors of pitch and underlay
General Information
Title: Tell me true Love where shall I seeke thy being
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Lute, bass viol
Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), no.8.
Description: Solo song (with lute and bass viol accompaniment) with SATB chorus.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Tell me true Love where shall I seeke thy being,
In thoughts or words, in vowes or promise making,
In reasons, lookes, or passions never seeing,
In men on earth, or womens minds partaking.
Thou canst not dye, and therefore living tell me
where is thy seate, why doth this age expell thee?
When thoughts are still unseene and words disguised;
vowes are not sacred held, nor promise debt:
By passion reasons glory is surprised,
in neyther sexe is true love firmly set.
Thoughts fainde, words false, vowes and promise broken
Made true Love flye from earth, this is the token.
Mount then my thoughts, here is for thee no dwelling,
since truth and falshood live like twins together:
Beleeve not sense, eyes, eares, touch, taste, or smelling,
both Art and Nature’s forc’d: put trust in neyther.
One onely shee doth true Love captive binde
In fairest brest, but in a fairer minde.
O fairest minde, enrich’d with Loves residing,
retaine the best, in hearts let some seed fall,
In stead of weeds Loves fruits may have abiding;
at Harvest you shall reape encrease of all.
O happy Love, more happy man that findes thee,
Most happy Saint, that keepes, restores, unbindes thee.