Second Booke of Songes, 1600 - X. O sweet woods-The Consort Of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

[00:00.95]o sweet woods of delight of solitariness, [00:10.47]o how much i do love your solitariness [00:19.71]frome fame's desire, from love's delight, retir'd, [00:29.25]in these sad groves an hermit's life i led, [00:38.18]and those false pleasures which i once admir'd, [00:48.52]with sad remembrance of my fall i dread, [01:00.23]to birds, to trees, to earth, impart i this, [01:12.66]for she less secret, and as senseless is. [01:27.00]o sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [01:36.85]o how much do i love your solitariness. [01:46.57]experience which repentance only brings, [01:55.51]doth bid me now my heart from love estrange, [02:04.11]love is disdain'd when it doth look at kings, [02:13.84]and love low-placed base and apt to change: [02:25.63]their pow'r doth take from him is liberty, [02:38.12]her want of worth makes him in cradle die. [02:53.02]o sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [03:02.42]o how much do i love your solitariness. [03:11.59]you men that give false worship unto love, [03:20.42]and seek that which you never shall obtain, [03:28.93]the endless work of sisyphus you procure, [03:38.03]whose end is this to know you strive in vain, [03:50.20]hope and desire which now your idols be, [04:02.86]you needs must lose and feel despair with me. [04:17.04]o sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [04:26.95]o how much do i love your solitariness. [04:36.28]you woods in you the fairest nymphs have walk'd, [04:45.49]nymphs at whose sight all hearts did yield to love, [04:54.24]you woods in whom dear lovers oft have talk'd, [05:04.69]how do you know a place of mourning prove, [05:17.06]wanstead my mistress saith this is the doom, [05:30.01]thou art love's childbed, nursery and tomb. [05:44.58]o sweet woods the delight of solitariness, [05:54.52]o how much do i love your solitariness.