Now playing - The silver Swanne

The silver Swanne, who living had no Note
When death approacht unlockt her silent throat,
Leaning her breast against the reedie shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more,
Farewell all ioyes,
O death come close mine eyes,
More Geese than Swannes now live,
more fooles than wise.

Orlando Gibbons

and now,

The dark is my delight;
So 'tis the nightingale's.
My music's in the night;
So 'tis the nightingale's.
My body is but little;
So 'tis the nightingale's.
I love to sleep against the prickle;
So doth the nightingale.

text: John Marston
music: anon