Thomas Weelkes

(1576 - 1623 / England)

Hark, All Ye Lovely Saints Above - Poem by Thomas Weelkes

Hark, all ye lovely saints above,
Diana hath agreed with Love,
His fiery weapon to remove. Fa la.
Do you not see
How they agree?
Then cease, fair ladies; why weep ye? Fa la.

See, see, your mistress bids you cease,
And welcome Love, with love's increase;
Diana hath procured your peace. Fa la.
Cupid hath sworn
His bow forlorn
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn. Fa la.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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