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John Farmer
(fl.1591 - 1601)
Lady, my flame still burning
(S.A.T.B.)
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From Farmer's First set of madrigals, London 1599.
Lyrics: Anon
Lady, my flame still burning and my consuming anguish
Doth grow so great that life I feel to languish.
Oh, let your heart be moved
To end your grief and mine, so long time proved;
And quench the heat that ny chief part so fireth,
Yielding the fruit that faithful love requireth.
Sweet lord, your flame still burning and your continual anguish
Cannot be more than mine in which I languish;
Nor more my heart is moved
To end my grief and yours, so long time proved.
But if I yield, and so your flame decreaseth,
I lose my life, and so our love then ceaseth.
Lady, my flame still burning and my consuming anguish
Doth grow so great that life I feel to languish.
Oh, let your heart be moved
To end your grief and mine, so long time proved;
And quench the heat that ny chief part so fireth,
Yielding the fruit that faithful love requireth.
Sweet lord, your flame still burning and your continual anguish
Cannot be more than mine in which I languish;
Nor more my heart is moved
To end my grief and yours, so long time proved.
But if I yield, and so your flame decreaseth,
I lose my life, and so our love then ceaseth.

