by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Give me my lute
Language: English
Give me my lute: in thee some ease I find. Euridice is dead And to that dismal region fled, Where all is sad and gloomy as my mind. The world has nothing worth a lover's care: None now by rivers weep, Verse and the lute are both asleep; All women now are false, and few are fair. Thy scepter, Love, shall o'er the aged be; Lay by your useless darts, For all the young will guard their hearts And scorn thy fading empire, taught by me. Beauty the Thracian youth no more shall mourn; The young shall sigh no more, But all my noble verse adore; It has more graces than the Queen of Love.
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 John Banister (c1625 - 1679), "Give me my lute" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 115