(written by Thomas campion; 1600)
When to her lute Corinna sings
Her voice revives the leaden strings
And doth on highest note appeare
As any challeng`d echo cleare
But when she doth of mourning speake
Ev`n with her sighs the strings do breake
And as her lute doth live or die
Led by her passion so must I
For when of pleasure she doth sing
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring
But if she doth of sorrow speake
Ev`n from my hart the strings do breake