Lletres:
Sting Songs From The Labyrinth

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Can she excuse my wrongs? - The Earl of Essex’s Galliard; First Booke. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Pot ella excusa meus errors? - El comte d'Essex Galliard, Primer Book.
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o'ercome her will Thy love will be thus fruitless ever Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Come, heavy sleep - First Booke of Songes, 1597, no20. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Vine, son profund - Book primer Song, 1597, NO20.
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Come heavy sleepe the image of true death; And close up these my weary weeping eyes: Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath, And tears my

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Come again - First Booke of Songes, 1597, no17. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Anem de nou - Book primer Song, 1597, no17.
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Come again! sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, With thee again in

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Flow my tears (Lachrimae) - Second Booke of Songes, 1600, no2. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. El flux de les llàgrimes (Lachrimae) - Book Segona Song, 1600, NO2.
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Flow my teares fall from your springs, Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorne. Downe

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. In darkness let me dwell - A Musicall Banquet, 1610, no10. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. En la foscor que em fas viure - Un Banquet Musicall, 1610, número 10.
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In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me; The walls of marble black, that moist'ned

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. The lowest trees have tops - Third Booke of Songes, 1603, no19. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Els arbres més baixos tenen la part superior - Book Tercera Song, 1603, No19.
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have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Fine knacks for ladies - Second Booke of Songs, 1600, no12. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Destreses fines per dames - Book segon dels Càntics, 1600, No12.
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liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again, My trifles come as treasures from

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Have you seen the bright lily grow - from Ben Jonson: The Devil is an. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Ha vist vostè el lliri brillant créixer - de Ben Jonson: El diable és un.
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Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Wilt thou unkind thus reave me - First Booke of Songes, 1597, no15. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Vols cruel el que em Reaver - Book primer Song de 1597, no 15.
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thee? Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel, Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, Sweet, sweet my jewel. Yet be thou mindfull ever, Heat from fire, fire from

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Weep you no more, sad fountains - Third Booke of Songes, 1603, no15. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Que plorar no més, fonts trist - Book Tercera Song de 1603, no 15.
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Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heav'nly eyes

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Sting. Songs From the Labyrinth. Clear or cloudy - Second Booke of Songes, 1600, no21. Fibló. Songs From the Labyrinth. Book Segona Song, 1600, no21 - clar o ennuvolat.
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Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. Walsingham. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. Walsingham.
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: (John Dowland) (Instrumental)

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae). Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae).
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: (John Dowland) Flow my teares fall from your springs, Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, There let me live

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. Can She Excuse My Wrongs?. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. Pot ella excusa meus errors?.
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'ercome her will Thy love will be thus fruitless ever Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As they are

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. '...Then In Time Passing On Mr. Johnson Died...'. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. "... Després, a El pas del temps el Sr Johnson va morir ...".
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: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. The Lowest Trees Have Tops. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. Els arbres més baixos tenen la part superior.
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tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings, although

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. The Most High And Mighty Christianus The Fourth, King Of Denmark, His Galliard. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. El Christianus Altíssim i els poderosos Quart Rei, de Dinamarca, La seva Galliard.
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: (John Dowland) (Instrumental)

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Sting. Songs From The Labyrinth. '...From Thenc I Went To Landgrave Of Hessen...'. Fibló. Songs From The Labyrinth. "... Des Thenc Vaig anar a Landgrave d'Hesse ...".
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: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]

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