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==Original text and translations==
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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?


Tell me true Love where shall I seeke thy being,<br>
When thoughts are still unseene and words disguised;
In thoughts or words, in vowes or promise making,<br>
vowes are not sacred held, nor promise debt:
In reasons, lookes, or passions never seeing,<br>
By passion reasons glory is surprised,
In men on earth, or womens minds partaking.<br>
in neyther sexe is true love firmly set.
Thou canst not dye, and therefore living tell me<br>
Thoughts fainde, words false, vowes and promise broken
where is thy seate, why doth this age expell thee?<br>
Made true Love flye from earth, this is the token.


When thoughts are still unseene and words disguised;<br>
Mount then my thoughts, here is for thee no dwelling,
vowes are not sacred held, nor promise debt:<br>
since truth and falshood live like twins together:
By passion reasons glory is surprised,<br>
Beleeve not sense, eyes, eares, touch, taste, or smelling,
in neyther sexe is true love firmly set.<br>
both Art and Nature’s forc’d: put trust in neyther.
Thoughts fainde, words false, vowes and promise broken<br>
One onely shee doth true Love captive binde
Made true Love flye from earth, this is the token.<br>
In fairest brest, but in a fairer minde.


Mount then my thoughts, here is for thee no dwelling,<br>
O fairest minde, enrich’d with Loves residing,
since truth and falshood live like twins together:<br>
retaine the best, in hearts let some seed fall,
Beleeve not sense, eyes, eares, touch, taste, or smelling,<br>
In stead of weeds Loves fruits may have abiding;
both Art and Nature’s forc’d: put trust in neyther.<br>
at Harvest you shall reape encrease of all.
One onely shee doth true Love captive binde<br>
O happy Love, more happy man that findes thee,
In fairest brest, but in a fairer minde.<br>
Most happy Saint, that keepes, restores, unbindes thee.
 
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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>




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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-11).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 128 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute and bass viol

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Title: Tell me true Love where shall I seeke thy being
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLute song

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.

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Original text and translations

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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.