Philip Rosseter (1567 o 1568 – 5 maggio 1623): What then is love but mourning, ayre (1601). Alfred Deller, haute-contre, e Desmond Dupré, liuto (Parigi, 16 dicembre 1972).

What then is love but mourning,
What desire but a selfburning,
Till she that hates doth love return,
Thus will I mourn,
Thus will I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.

Beauty is but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing,
Time hath a while which none can stay,
Then come away,
While thus I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.

Summer in winter fadeth,
Gloomy night heav’nly light shadeth,
Like to the mourn are Venus’ flowers,
Such are her hours,
Then will I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.