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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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Though your strangeness frets my heart, Yet must I not complain; You persuade me 'tis but art Which secret love must feign. If another you affect, 'Tis but a toy to avoid suspect. Is this fair excusing? Oh no! All is abusing.
When your wished sight I desire, Suspicion you pretend. Causeless you yourself retire, Whilst I in vain attend. Thus a lover as you say, Still made more eager by delay. Is this fair excusing? Oh no! All is abusing.
When another holds your hand, You'll swear I hold your heart. Whilst my rival close doth stand And I sit far apart, I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom, as you say. Is this fair excusing? Oh no! All is abusing.
Would a rival then I were, Some else your secret friend; So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend. They enjoy you every one, Yet must I seem your friend alone. Is this fair excusing? Oh no! All is abusing.