Go nightly cares (John Dowland)

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  • (Posted 2008-06-15)  CPDL #17267:     
Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-15).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 240 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: A/T solo, treble & bass viols and lute (8/9 course, tenor G tuning)

General Information

Title: Goe nightly cares
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo low
Genre: SecularLute songPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute, treble & bass viols

First published: 1612 in A Pilgrimes Solace, no. 9
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Original text and translations

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Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest,
Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite,
So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast,
that loe I live of life bereaved quite,
O give me time to draw my weary breath,
Or let me dye, as I desire the death.
Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell,
Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell, the enemy to rest,
now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight:
Free from thy cares I live for ever blest,
Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight.
Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate,
nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.
And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue,
and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.

Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest,
Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite,
So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast,
that loe I live of life bereaved quite,
O give me time to draw my weary breath,
Or let me dye, as I desire the death.
Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell,
Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell, the enemy to rest,
now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight:
Free from thy cares I live for ever blest,
Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight.
Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate,
nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.
And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue,
and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.