Michael East
 (c.1580 - 1648)

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
 (S.S.T.T.B. (or A.A.T.B.B.))
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149419 : East : My prime of youth is but a frost of cares : sheet music
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Publ. London, 1604. Chidiock's text was written on the eve of his execution for his part in the Babington plot, 1586. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.S.T.T.B. or transposed down a minor third for A.A.T.B.B.
Lyrics: Chidiock Tichborne

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain;
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain:
The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung;
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves be green.
My youth is gone, and yet I am but young;
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen:
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.