Yet if that age had frosted o'er his head
Or if his face had furrow'd been with years
I would not so bemoan that he is dead
I might have been more niggard of my tears;
But O the sun new-rose is gone to bed
And lilies in their springtime hang their head
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets