Say love, if ever thou didst find? John Dowland, 3rd Booke of Ayres, 1603 Say, Love, if ever thou didst find A woman with a constant mind? None but one. And what should that rare mirror be? Some goddess or some queen is she; She, she, she, and only she, She only queen of love and beauty. But could thy fiery poison'd dart At no time touch her spotless heart, Nor come near? She is not subject to Love's bow; Her eye commands, her heart saith no, No, no, and only no; One no another still doth follow. To her then yield thy shafts and bow, That can command affections so: Love is free; So are her thoughts that vanquish thee. There is no queen of love but she, She, she, she, and only she, She only queen of love and beauty.

Come Again John Dowland, 2nd Booke of Ayres, 1600 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 sweetest sympathy. 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. Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart, Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I, that to approve By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts Did tempt, while she for triumph laughs.

Herzlieb zu dir allein Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612 Herzlieb zu dir allein Steht Tag und Nacht mein Sinn. Dein rotes mundelein Nimmt mir aus Trauren hin. Dir hab' ich mich ergeben dein eigen will ich sein. Mit dir in Freud zu Leben Bis an das Ende mein. My love, you alone are on my mind Night and day. Your red lips Take me out of my sadness. I have given myself to you I want to be yours To live with you in joy Until my end.