Ave Maria
Tomás Luis de Victoria / Michał Ziółkowski
(text: traditional Catholic prayer)
Ave Maria, gratia plena.
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
O Magnum Mysterium
Giovanni Gabrieli / Richard Burchard
(text: from the Matins of Christmas in the Roman Breviary)
O magnum mysterium,
et admirabile sacramentum
ut animalia viderent Dominum natum
jacentem in praesepio.
Beata Virgo cuius viscera portare
viscera meruerunt portare Dominum Christum.
Alleluia.
O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-born Lord
lying in a manger.
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb
was worthy to bear Christ the Lord.
Alleluia.
Lorenzo Donati - Leonardo's Sentences
Words by Leonardo Da Vinci (1452-1519)
I. Ogni nostra cognizione prencipia da sentimenti
II. I sensi sono terrestri, la ragion sta for di quelli quando contempla
III. D'ogni cosa la parte ritiene in sè la natura del tutto
IV. Nessuna cosa è che più c'inganni che 'l nostro giudizio
V. Ciò che non ha termine non ha figura alcuna
I. All knowing begins in feeling.
II. The senses are of earth, but reason, when it contemplates,
dwells beyond their reach.
III. In every fragment lies the nature of the whole.
IV. Nothing misleads us more than our own judgment.
V. What knows no end can bear no form.
Robert Ramsey - Sleep, Fleshly Birth
Words by an anon - which sets to music written upon the death of Henry,
the Prince of Wales, in 1612
Sleep, fleshly birth, in peaceful earth,
and let thine ears list to the music of the spheres,
while we around this fairy ground
thy doleful obit keeping,
make marble melt with weeping.
With num'rous feet we'll part and meet.
Then chorus-like in a ring thy praises sing,
while show'rs of flow'rs bestrew thee,
we'll thus with tears bedew thee.
Rest in soft peace, sweet youth, and there remain
'till soul and body meet to join again.
Come, sleep
Words by John Fletcher (1579-1625)
Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing dreams beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving!
Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!