Fair is the rose, yet fades with heat or cold
Sweet are the violets, yet soon grow old
The lily is white, yet in one day 'tis done
White is the snow, yet melts against the sun
So white, so sweet was my fair mistress' face
Yet altered quite in one short hour's space
So short-lived beauty a vain gloss doth borrow
Breathing delight today, but none tomorrow
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets