by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Though your strangeness frets my heart
Language: English
Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet must I not complain, You persuade me 'tis but Art, Which secret love must feign, If another you affect, 'Tis but a toy to avoid suspect... Is this fair excusing? Oh, no, oh, no, All is abusing. When your wished sight I desire, Suspicion you pretend, Causeless you yourself retire, Whilst I in vain attend. Thus a lover as you say, Still made more eager by delay... Is this fair excusing? Oh, no, oh, no, All is abusing. When another holds your hand, You'll swear I hold your heart, Whilst my rival close doth stand, And I sit far apart, I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom, as you say... Is this fair excusing? Oh, no, oh, no, All is abusing. Would a rival then I were, Some else your secret friend, So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend, Then enioy you every one, Yet must I seem your friend alone... Is this fair excusing? Oh, no, oh, no, All is abusing.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Though your strangeness frets my heart" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
Line count: 36
Word count: 176