by William Walsh (1663 - 1708)
Of all the torments
Language: English
Of all the torments, all the cares, With which our lives are curst; Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners of each other kind afflictions easier grow; In love we hate to find Companions of our woe. Silvia, for all the pangs you see, Are laboring in my breast; I beg not you would favor me Would you but slight the rest. How great so e'er your rigors are With them alone I'll cope: I can endure my own despair, But not another's hope !
Authorship:
- by William Walsh (1663 - 1708) [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 Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Of all the torments", 1895, published 1895, from the collection English Lyrics, Third Set, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-09
Line count: 16
Word count: 93