The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note
When Death approached, unlocked her silent throat
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore
Thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise."
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