First book, 10: Think'st thou then by thy feigning. lyrics
Think'st thou then by thy feigning
Sleep, with a proud disdaining,
Or with thy crafty closing
Thy cruel eyes reposing,
To drive me from thy sight,
Whe...
First book, 10: Think'st thou then by thy feigning. [Italian translation]
Think'st thou then by thy feigning
Sleep, with a proud disdaining,
Or with thy crafty closing
Thy cruel eyes reposing,
To drive me from thy sight,
Whe...
First book, 11: Come away, come sweet love. lyrics
Come away, come sweet love
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet r...
First book, 11: Come away, come sweet love. [Italian translation]
Vieni via, vieni dolce amore,
Spunta il mattino dorato.
Tutta la terra, tutta l'aria
parla di amore e di piacere:
insegna alle tue braccia ad abbracci...
First book, 11: Come away, come sweet love. [Neapolitan translation]
Vienaténne, ammóre dóce,
spònta ‘a matina ‘ndurata.
Tutt’a tèrra, tutta ll’aria
parla d’ammóre e sciasciata:
‘mpara ‘e vracce tóje ê squase
e sta vócc...
First book, 14: All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd. lyrics
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed,
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief,
All ye, whose hopes are ever more delay’d,
All ye, whose sig...
First book, 14: All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd. [Italian translation]
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed,
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief,
All ye, whose hopes are ever more delay’d,
All ye, whose sig...
First book, 14: All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd. [Neapolitan translation]
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed,
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief,
All ye, whose hopes are ever more delay’d,
All ye, whose sig...
First book, 19: Awake, sweet love. lyrics
Awake, sweet love! Thou art return'd,
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy.
Let love, which never absent dies,
Now live f...
First book, 19: Awake, sweet love. [Italian translation]
Awake, sweet love! Thou art return'd,
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy.
Let love, which never absent dies,
Now live f...
First book, 19: Awake, sweet love. [Neapolitan translation]
Awake, sweet love! Thou art return'd,
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy.
Let love, which never absent dies,
Now live f...