Unto the temple of thy beauty (Thomas Ford)
- Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2014-10-02). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 74 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Unto the temple of thy beauty
Composer: Thomas Ford
Original text and translations
Unto the temple of thy beautie
and to the tombe where pittie lies,
I pilgrim clad with zeale and deuty
do odder uppe my hart, my eyes
My hart loe in the quenchlesse fire
on loves burning altar lies.
Conducted thither by desire
to be beauties sacrifice.
But pity on thy sable hearse,
Mine eyes the tears of sorrow shed;
What though tears cannot fate reverse
Yet are they duties to the dead.
O mistress, in thy sanctuary
Why wouldst thou suffer cold disdain
To use his frozen cruelty
And gentle pity to be slain?
Pity that to thy beauty fled
and with thy beauty should have lived,
Ah, in thy heart lies buried
And nevermore may be revived
Yet this last favour, dear, extend
To accept these vows, these tears I shed
Duties which pilgrim send
To beauty living, pity dead.