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Valeria Mignaco, soprano & Alfonso Marin, lute
Recorded live at Sint-Pieterskerk / Leuven / Belgium
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Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

Valeria Mignaco, soprano & Alfonso Marin, lute
Recorded live at Sint-Pieterskerk / Leuven / Belgium
lutevoice.com

Valeria Mignaco, soprano & Alfonso Marin, lute
Recorded live at Sint-Pieterskerk / Leuven / Belgium
lutevoice.com

Valeria Mignaco, soprano & Alfonso Marin, lute
Recorded live at Sint-Pieterskerk / Leuven / Belgium
lutevoice.com

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep,
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare,
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else,
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve,
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels,
Tears kills the heart.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.

Valeria Mignaco, soprano & Alfonso Marin, lute
Recorded live at Sint-Pieterskerk / Leuven / Belgium
lutevoice.com