William Byrd

Memento, salutis Auctor Quod nostri quondam corporis Ex illibata Virgine Nascendo, formam sumpseris

Ave, verum corpus natum De Maria Virgine: Vere passum, immolatum In cruce pro homine: Cuius latus

De Lamentations Jeremiae Prophetae HETH. Cogitavit Dominus dissipare murum filiæ Sion; tetendit funiculum suum,

Noctis recolitur coena novissima Qua Christus creditur agnum et azyma Dedissa fratribus, juxta legitima

Domine Deus omnipotens Quaeso respice famulum tuum Hic in carcere tribulationis Multisque periculosis

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming That can sing both high and

Christ rising agayne from the dead, now dyeth not Death from henceforth hath no power uppon him For in that he

Unto the hills myne eyes I lyft My hope shall never fade But from the Lord I looke for helpe That heaven and

And thinke ye Nymphes to scorne at love? As if his fire were but of strawes: He made the mightie gods above

An earthly tree a heavenly fruit it bear A case of clay contained a crown immortal A crown of crowns, a King whose

Behold how good a thing it is For bretheren to agree When men amongst them do no stryfe But peace and concord

Of gold all burnished, brighter than sunbeams Were those curled locks upon her noble head Whose deep conceits my

From Virgin’s womb this day did spring The precious seed that saved man This day let man rejoice and sweetly

Love would discharge The dewty of his hart In beauties praise, whose greatnes doth denye Wordes to his

O dear life, when may it be That mine eyes thine eyes may see And in them my mind discover Whether absence