Come again! Sweet love doth now invite

The First Booke of Songes or Ayres
by John Dowland
Cover of "The First Booke of Songes or Ayres"
Published	1597 (1597)
Publisher	Peter Short, London

"Come again! Sweet love doth now invite" (Original: "Come againe: sweet loue doth now enuite") is a song by John Dowland and appears in his First Booke of Songes or Ayres, first published in 1597.

It appears on the following album:

Year	Album	With
2021	À sa guitare (Album)	Thibaut Garcia

"Come again! Sweet love doth now invite" is part of the following concert program:

Year	Album	With
2021 ‐ 2022	À sa guitare (Concert program)	Thibaut Garcia

Libretto

Come again! Sweet love doth now invite

from  First Booke of Songes or Ayres
John Dowland (music),  Anonymous (words)

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1 Come again! sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrain, to do me due delight, to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again in sweetest sympathy. 2 Come again that I may cease to mourn, Through thy unkind disdain, For now left and forlorn: I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain, and endless misery. 1 All the day the sun that lends me shine, By frowns do cause me pine, And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow Her frowns the winters of my woe. 2 All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams, My eyes are full of streames, My heart takes no delight: To see the fruits and joys that some do find And make the storms are me assign’d, 3 Out alas, my faith is ever true, Yet will she neuer rue, Nor yield me any grace: Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made Whom tears nor truth may once invade. 4 Gentle love draw forth thy wounding dart, Though canst not pierce her heart, For I that do approve: By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts Did tempt while she for triumphs laughs.

Original

1 Come againe: sweet loue doth now enuite,* thy graces that refraine, to do me due delight, to see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, With thee againe in sweetest simphathy. 2 Come againe that I may cease to mourne, Through thy vnkind disdaine, For now left and forlone: I sit, I sigh, I weepe, I faind, I die, In deadly paine, and endless miserie. 1 All the day the sun that lends me shine, By frownes do cause me pine, And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs, that makes my ioies to grow, Her frowes the winters of my woe. 2 All the night, my sleepes are full of dreames, My eies are full of streames, My heart takes no delight: To see the fruits and ioies that some do find, And marke the stormes are me asignd, 3 Out alas, my faith is euer true, Yet will she neuer rue, Nor yeeld me any grace: Her eies of fire, her hart of flint is made, Whom teares nor truth may once inuade. 4 Gentle loue draw forth thy wounding dart, Though canst not pearce her hart, For I that do approue: By sighs and teares more hote then are thy shafts: Did tempt while she for triumps laughs, *) "loue" → "love"; "enuite" → "invite. Often, "v" and "u" are used interchangeably.

Manuscripts and sheet music

Incipit of "Come again"

Dowland, John (1597). "The Firste Booke of Songes". IMSLP. Peter Short, London. Retrieved October 1, 2021.