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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-04). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 96 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Keyboard reduction of vocal parts for practice only.
General Information
Title: Better music ne'er was known
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricists: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Eight Four-part Songs (1898) No. 7
- Phillis
- O Love, they wrong thee much
- At her fair hands
- Home of my heart
- You gentle nymphs
- Come pretty wag
- Ye thrilled me once
- Better music ne'er was known
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Original text and translations
English text
Better music ne'er was known,
Than a pair of hearts in one.
Let each other that hath been
Troubled with the gall or spleen,
Learn of us to keep his brow
Smooth and plain as ours are now.
Sing though before the hour of dying
He shall rise, and then be crying,
Heyho! 'Tis naught but mirth
That keeps the body from the earth.