John Dowland - Come Again

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Cantus Come e a- gain: P sweet P love P doth P now in - vite, P thy P gra - P ces P that P re - frain, Altus P Come a - gain: P sweet love doth P now P P & in - vite, P thy P gra - ces & a P that re - & frain, Tenor P Come a - gain: P sweet P love P doth P now in - vite, P thy P gra - P ces P that P re - frain, Bassus P Come P a - gain: P sweet P love P doth P now in - vite, P thy P gra - P ces P that P re - frain, P to P do P me P due de- light, to P see, to P hear, & to P touch, to P kiss, P & to P do me P due de- & light, to P see, to P & hear, to P touch, to P to P do me P due P & de - light, to P see, to P hear, to P touch, to P to P do P me P due de- light, to P see, to P hear, to P touch, to 6 to die, with thee a - P gain in swee - test P sym - - & P pa - thy. P kiss, to die, P P to die a with thee a - P & gain in P swee - test P sym - pa - thy. P kiss, to die, to die with P thee P a - P gain, with P thee a - gain in swee- test P sym - pa - thy. P & kiss, to P die, P to P die P with P thee P a - P gain, P in swee - P test P sym - pa - thy. 10 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 do cause me pine, And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow, Her frowns the winters of my woe: 4. All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams, M y eyes are full of streams, My heart takes no delight: To see the fruits and joys that some do find, And mark the storms 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 then are thy shafts: Did tempt while she for triumph laughs. XVII. Come again: Sweet love doth now invite John Dowland

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  • Cantus

    Come

    ea-

    `gain:

    sweet

    love

    doth

    now

    in -

    `vite,

    thy

    gra -

    ces

    that

    re -

    `frain,

    Altus

    Come

    a -

    `gain:

    sweet

    love

    doth

    now

    &in -

    `vite,

    thy

    gra -

    ces

    & a that

    re-

    `&frain,

    Tenor

    Come

    a -

    `gain:

    sweet

    love

    doth

    now

    in

    -

    `vite,

    thy

    gra -

    ces

    that

    re -

    `frain,

    Bassus

    Come

    a -

    `gain:

    sweet

    love

    doth

    now

    in -

    `vite,

    thy

    gra -

    ces

    that

    re -

    `frain,

    to

    do

    me

    due

    de-

    `light,

    to

    see,

    to

    hear,

    &to

    touch,

    to

    kiss,

    &to

    do

    me

    due

    de-

    `&light,

    `to

    see,

    to

    &hear,

    to

    touch,

    to

    to

    do

    me

    due

    &de -

    `light,

    `to

    see,

    to

    hear,

    to

    touch,

    to

    to

    do

    me

    due

    de-

    `light,

    `to

    see,

    to

    hear,

    to

    touch,

    to

    6

    to

    `die,

    ` with

    thee

    a -

    gain

    in

    swee-

    test

    sym -

    -

    &

    pa -

    `thy.

    kiss,

    to

    `die,

    to

    die

    awith

    thee

    a -

    &gain

    in

    swee -

    test

    sym -

    pa-

    `thy.

    kiss,

    to

    die,

    to

    die

    with

    thee

    a -

    gain,

    with

    thee

    a -

    gain

    in

    swee-

    test

    sym -

    pa-

    `thy.

    &kiss,

    to

    die,

    to

    die

    with

    thee

    a -

    gain,

    in

    swee

    -

    test

    sym -

    pa-

    `thy.

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    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 do cause me pine,And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow, Her frowns the winters 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 storms 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 then are thy shafts: Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.

    XVII. Come again: Sweet love doth now inviteJohn Dowland