Spirit Of GamboThe Silver Swan

What is our life

I-Fair ladies that to love captived are, II-Mongst thousands good

Fair is the rose, yet fades with heat or cold

Daintly fine bird

Now each flowery bank of May

Lais now old, that erst attempting lass

I-How art thou thral'd, II- Farewell all joys

The Silver Swan

I-Nay let me weep, II-Ne'er let the sun with his deceiving light, III-Yet if that age had frosted over his head

Ah, dear heart why do you rise?

Trust not t much fair youth unto thy feature

O, that the learned poets of this time

I-I weigh not fortune's frown nor smile, II-I tremble not at noise of war, III- I see ambition never pleased, IV- I fain not friendship where I hate