Tomkins: Music Divine

Musicke divine

To the shady woods

O let me live for true love

See, see the shepherds' Queen

Phyllis, yet see him dying

When I observe

Too much I once lamented

Fond men that do so highly prize

O yes! Has any found a lad

Weep no more, thou sorry Boy

Oft did I marle

Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers

Our hasty life away doth post

Come, shepherds, sing with me

How great delight

No more I will thy love importune

Phyllis, now cease to move me

Sure, there is no god of Love

Fusca, in thy starry eyes

Cloris, when as I woe

Woe is me

Turn unto the Lord our God: Turn Unto The Lord Our God

It is my well-beloved's voice

When David heard that Absalom was slain

Love, cease tormenting

Was ever wretch tormented