(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