When younglings first on Cupid fix their sight,

From John Wilbye’s Second Set of Madrigals, 1609.

Where most my thoughts, there least mine eye is striking;

Despiteful thus unto myself I languish,
And in disdain myself from joy I banish.
These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish
That life, I hope, will soon from body vanish,
And to some rest will quickly be conveyèd
That on no joy, while so I lived, hath stayèd.

From Martin Pearson’s Mottects or Grave Chamber-Music, 1630.

A Mourning-Song for the Death of Sir Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke.

Where shall a sorrow great enough be sought

From Campion and Rosseter’s Book of Airs, 1601.

σκηνὴ πᾶς ὁ βίος, καὶ παίγνιον.
Pallad.

Whether men do laugh or weep,