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Come Again: Sweet Love doth now invite - Dowland - Lute Accompaniment (A=440)

Lute Song Backing Track (Played live-Not midi) 105 BPM, ABB - Full 6 Verses Renaissance Lute by Daniel Larson, A=440, 1/6th Meantone (2) AKG 414 - Millenia Media Pre - RME UFX - Canare Cables My edition featured in the video for download coming soon. Until then feel free to email for a free pdf score. http://www.jasonyoshida.com   / jasonyoshida   https://music.usc.edu/jason-yoshida/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6uo... Own a facsimile: https://www.lacg.net/product/dowland-... Online Music: https://imslp.org/wiki/The_Firste_Boo...) Other Helpful Resources: Historical Pronunciation: Dobson https://www.amazon.com/English-Pronun... Crystal https://www.amazon.com/Oxford-Diction... Add some historical gesture: https://publicdomainreview.org/collec... One of my favorite articles on English lute songs: Elizabeth Kenny: The Uses of lute Song: Texts, Contexts and Pretexts for 'Historically Informed' Performance https://www.jstor.org/stable/27655174... Need to find a lutenist?: http://lutesocietyofamerica.org https://www.lutesociety.org/ https://www.sociedaddelavihuela.com/ Recorded 07/24/20 Full Text - 1. Come again! Sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refraine To do me due delight, To see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, with thee againe in sweetest sympathy. 2. Come again! that I may cease to mourn Through thy unkind disdain; For now left and forlorn I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die in deadly pain and endless misery. 3. All the day the sun that lends me shine By frowns doth cause me pine And feeds me with delay; Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow, Her frowns the winter of my woe. 4. All the night my sleeps are full of dreams, My eyes are full of streams. My heart takes no delight To see the fruits and joys that some do find And mark the stormes are me assign'd. 5. Out alas, my faith is ever true, Yet will she never rue Nor yield me any grace; Her Eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, Whom tears nor truth may once invade. 6. Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart, Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I, that do approve By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts Do tempt while she for triumphs laughs.