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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==


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      1<br>
      And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine,<br>
          Are we alone and here and here alone,<br>
      May I come neere but touch but touch thy shrine,<br>
          Is Iealousie asleepe and he is gone<br>
      O Gods no more, silence my lippes with thine<br>
          Lippes, kisses, Ioyes haue blessings most deuine.<br>
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      2<br>
      O come my deare our griefs are turnde to night,<br>
          And night to ioyes, night blinds pale enuies eyes,<br>
      Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight,<br>
          O ease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries,<br>
      O vanish words, words doe but passions moue,<br>
          O deerest life, ioyes sweet, O sweetest loue.<br>
 


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Editor: Andreas Stenberg (added 2008-09-28).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 250 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: And Is It Night
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: Orginal 1 - 4 parts and lute
Published: 1609

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Original text and translations

      1
And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine,
Are we alone and here and here alone,
May I come neere but touch but touch thy shrine,
Is Iealousie asleepe and he is gone
O Gods no more, silence my lippes with thine
Lippes, kisses, Ioyes haue blessings most deuine.


      2
O come my deare our griefs are turnde to night,
And night to ioyes, night blinds pale enuies eyes,
Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight,
O ease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries,
O vanish words, words doe but passions moue,
O deerest life, ioyes sweet, O sweetest loue.