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And think ye Nymphs to scorn at love - Love is a fit of pleasure
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And think ye Nymphs to scorn at love - Love is a fit of pleasure by William Byrd — Lyrics
And thinke ye Nymphes to scorne at love?
as if his fire were but of strawes:
he made the mightie gods above,
to stoope and bowe unto his lawes,
& with his shafts of beautie bright,
he slaies the hearts that scorne his might.
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About And think ye Nymphs to scorn at love - Love is a fit of pleasure
William Byrd's madrigal And think ye Nymphs to scorn at love, for four voices, explores the power of love. The text paints a scene where nymphs are warned against scorning love, reminding them that even the gods are subject to its influence. Love's fiery arrows strike down those who resist its might. The second part of the text, Love is a fit of pleasure, offers a more cynical perspective, describing love's fancies as having no measure and its affections as fickle as the weather, leaving one uncertain whether they are precise or fond.
