Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled
What heav'n then governs earth?
O none, but hell in heaven's stead
Chokes with his mists our mirth
Mourn, mourn, look now for no more day
Nor night, but that from hell
Then all must as they may
In darkness learn to dwell
But yet this change, must needs change our delight
That thus the sun should harbour with the night
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
1603 • The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires
1603 • The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires
1603 • The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires
1603 • The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires
1600 • The Second Booke of Songes or Ayres
1600 • The Second Booke of Songes or Ayres
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
1597 • The First Booke of Songs or Ayres