A Book of Airs (composed with Philip Rosseter)

A booke of ayres, set foorth to be song to the lute, orpherian, and base violl, by Philip Rosseter lutenist: and are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete neere to the Grayhound
Rosseter, Philip, 1567 or 8-1623.
1601
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A booke of ayres, set foorth to be song to the lute, orpherian, and base violl, by Philip Rosseter lutenist: and are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete neere to the Grayhound
Rosseter, Philip, 1567 or 8-1623.
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. aut
[48] p. : music
Printed by Peter Short, by the assent of Thomas Morley,
At Lonond [sic] :
1601.
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The first 21 songs are by Thomas Campion.
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A
BOOKE OF
AYRES,
Set foorth to be ſong
to the Lute, Orph
•
rian, and
•
a
•
e Violl, by Philip Roſseter
Luteniſt: And are to be ſolde
at his houſe in Fleetſtreete
neere to the Grayhound.
AT LONOND
Printed by Peter Short, by the aſſent
of Thomas Morley,
1601.
TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS
AND WORTHY KNIGHT, SIR
THOMAS MOVNSON.
SIR, the generall voice of your worthines,
and the manie particular fauours which I
haue heard Maſter Campion (with dutifull
reſpect often acknowledge himſelfe to haue
receiued from you) haue emboldned mee to
preſent this Booke of Ayres to your fauourable
iudgement, and gracious protection; eſpecially
becauſe the firſt ranke of ſongs are of
his owne compoſition, made at his vacant
houres, and priuately emparted to his friends, whereby they grew
both publicke, and (as coine crackt in exchange) corrupted: ſome
of them both words and notes vnreſpectiuely challenged by others.
In regard of which wronges, though his ſelfe neglects theſe light
fruits as ſuperfluous bloſſomes of his deeper Studies, yet hath it pleaſed
him vpon my entreaty, to grant me the impreſſion of part of
them, to which I haue added an equall number of mine owne. And
this two-faced Janus thus in one bodie vnited, I humbly entreate
you to entertaine and defend, chiefely in reſpect of the affection
which I ſuppoſe you beare him, who I am aſſured doth aboue all others
loue and honour you. And for my part, I shall thinke my ſelfe
happie if in anie ſeruice I may deſerue this fauour.
Your Worſhips humbly deuoted,
PH
••••
〈◊〉
TO THE READER.
WHAT Epigrams are in Poetrie, the ſame are Ayres in muſicke, then
in their chiefe perfection when they are ſhort and well ſeaſoned. But
to clogg a light ſong with a long Praeludium, is to corrupt the nature
of it. Manie rests in Muſicke were inuented either for neceſſitie of
the fuge, or granted as a harmonicall licence in ſongs of many parts▪ but in Ayres I find no vſe they haue, vnleſſe it be to make a vulgar, and triuiall modulation
ſeeme to the ignorant ſtrange, and to the iudiciall tedious. A naked Ayre without guide,
or prop, or colour but his owne, is eaſily cenſured of euerie care, and requires ſo much the
more inuention to make it pleaſe. And as Martiall ſpeakes in defence of his ſhort Epigrams,
ſo may I ſay in th' apologie of Ayres, that where there is a full volume, there can be no imputation
of ſhortnes. The Lyricke Poets among the Greekes, and Latines were firſt inuenters
of Ayres, tying themſelues ſtrictly to the number, and value of their ſillables, of which ſort
you ſhall find here onely one ſong in Saphicke verſe, the reſt are after the faſcion of the time,
eare-pleaſing rimes without Arte. The ſubiect of them is for the moſt part amorous, and
why not amorous ſongs, as well as amorous attires? Or why not new Ayres, as well as new
faſcious? For the Note and Tabl
•
ture, if they ſatiſfie the moſt, we haue our deſire, let expert
maſters pleaſe themſelues with better. And if anie light error hath eſcaped vs, the ſkilfull
may eaſily correct it, the vnſkilfull will hardly perceiue it. But there are ſome, who to
appeare the more deepe, and ſingular in their iudgement, will admit no Muſicke but that
which is long, intricate, bated with fuge, chaind with ſincopation, and where the nature of
euerie word is perciſely exprest in the Note, like the old exploided action in Comedies, when
it they did pronounce Memeni, they would point to the hinder part of their heads, if Video,
put their finger in their eye. But ſuch childiſh obſeruing of words is altogether ridiculous,
and we ought to maintaine as well in Notes, as in action a manly cariage, gracing no word,
but that which is eminent, and emphaticall. Neuertheles, as in Poeſie we giue the preheminence
to the Heroicall Poeme, ſo in Muſicke we yeeld the chiefe place to the graue, and well
inuented Motet, but not to euery harſh and dull confuſed Fantaſie, where in multitude of
points the Harmonie is quite drowned. Ayres haue both their Art and pleaſure, and I will
conclude of them as the Poet did in his cenſure, of Catullus the Lyricke, and Vergil the Heroicke
writer:
Tantum magna ſuo debet Verona Catullo:
Quantum parua ſuo Mantua Vergilio.
A Table of halfe the Songs contained
in this Booke, by T.C.
I. My ſweeteſt Lesbia
II. Though you are yoong
III. I care not for theſe Ladies
IIII. Follow the faire ſunne
V. My loue hath vowed
VI. When to her lute
VII. Turne backe you wanton flier
VIII. It fell on a ſommers daie
IX. The Sypres curten
X. Follow your Saint
XI. Faire if you expect admiring
XII. Thou art not faire.
XIII. See where ſhe flies
XIIII. Blame not my cheekes
XV. When the God of merrie loue
XVI. Miſtris ſince you ſo much deſire
XVII. Your faire lookes enflame
XVIII. The man of life vpright
XIX. Harke all you Ladies
XX. When thou must home
XXI. Come let vs found with melodie.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
I.
〈♫〉
MY ſweeteſt Lesbia let vs liue and loue, and though the ſager ſort our
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
deeds re- proue, let vs not way them heau'ns great lampes doe diue into their weſt, and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ſtrait againe re- uiue, but ſoone as once ſet is our little light, then muſt we ſleepe one
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
euer- during night, euer- during night.
〈♫〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
When
•
ime
〈…〉
my life and fortu
••
〈◊〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
II.
〈♫〉
THough you are yoong and I am olde,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
though you vaines hot and my bloud colde, though youth is moiſt and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
age is drie, yet embers liue when flames doe die.
〈♫〉
The tender graft is eaſely broke,
But who ſhall ſhake the ſturdie Oke?
You are more freſh and faire than I,
Yet ſtubs doe liue, when flowers doe die.
Thou that thy youth doeſt vainely boaſt,
Know buds are ſooneſt nipt with froſt,
Thinke that thy fortune ſtill doth crie,
Thou foole to morrow thou muſt die.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
III.
〈♫〉
I Care not for theſe Ladies that muſt be woode and praide,
Giue me kind A- ma- rillis the wan- ton coun- trey maide, Nature
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
art diſdaineth, her beautie is her owne, Her when we court & kiſſe, ſhe cries forſooth let go, but
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
when we come where comfort is ſhe ne- uer will ſay no.
〈♫〉
If I loue Amarillis,
She giues me fruit and flowers,
But if we Loue theſe Ladies,
We muſt giue golden ſhowers,
Give them
〈…〉
〈1 line〉
Theſe Ladies muſt haue pillowes,
And beds by ſtrangers wrought,
Giue me a Bower of willowes,
Of moſſe and leaues vn
••
ught▪
And freſh Amarillis
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
IIII.
〈♫〉
FOllowe thy faire ſunne vnhappy ſhaddowe though
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
thou though thou be blacke as night and ſhe made all of light, yet follow thy faire ſunne vn-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
hap- pie ſhaddowe.
〈♫〉
Follow her whoſe light thy light depriueth,
Though here thou liu'ſt diſgrac't,
And ſhe in heauen is plac't,
Yet follow her whoſe light the world reuiueth.
Follow theſe
〈◊〉
beames
•
hoſe beau
•
ie
〈◊〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
Follow her while yet her glorie ſhineth,
There comes a luckles night,
That will dim all her light,
And this the black vnhappie ſhade deuineth.
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
V.
〈♫〉
My loue hath vowd hee will for ſake mee and I am al- rea- die ſped.
Far o- ther pro- miſe he did make me when he had my mai- den head.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
If ſuch danger be in playing, and ſport muſt to earneſt turne, I will go no more a maying.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Had I foreſeene what is enſued,
And what now with paine I proue,
Vnhappie then I had eſchewed,
This vnkind euent of loue,
Maides foreknow their owne vndooing,
But feare naught till all is done,
When a man alone is wooing,
3
Diſſembling wretch to gaine thy pleaſure,
What didſt thou not vow and ſweare?
So didſt thou rob me of the treaſure,
Which ſo long I held ſo deare,
Now thou prou'ſt to me a ſtranger,
Such is the vile guiſe of men,
When a woman is in danger.
4
That hart is neereſt to miſfortune,
That will truſt a fained toong,
VVhen flattring men our loues importune▪
They entend vs deepeſt wrong,
If this
〈◊〉
of loues
〈◊〉
,
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
VI.
〈♫〉
WHen to her lute Corrina ſings, her voice reuiues the lea- den ſtringes,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
and doth in higheſt noates appeare as any challeng'd eccho cleere, but when ſhe doth of mour-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ning ſpeake, eu'n with her ſighes her ſighes, ii. the ſtrings do breake the ſtrings do breake.
〈♫〉
And as her lute doth liue or die,
Led by her paſſion, ſo muſt I,
For when of pleaſure ſhe doth ſing,
My thoughts enioy a ſodaine ſpring,
But if ſhe doth of
〈…〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
VII.
〈♫〉
TVrne backe you wanton flyer, and anſwere my de- ſire with mutuall greeting,
Yet bende a lit- tle neerer, true beauty ſtil ſhines cleerer in cloſer meeting,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Harts with harts delighted ſhould ſtriue to be v- ni- ted, either others armes with armes enchay-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ning, harts with a thought, roſie lips with a kiſſe ſtill en- tertai- ning.
〈♫〉
What harueſt halfe ſo ſweete is,
As ſtill to reape the kiſſes,
Growne ripe in ſowing,
And
〈…〉
,
〈…〉
.
There's no ſtrickt obſeruing,
Of times, or ſeaſons changing,
There is euer one freſh ſpring abiding,
Then what we ſow with our lips
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
VIII.
〈♫〉
IT fell on a ſommers day while ſweete Beſſie ſleeping laie
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
in her
•
owre, on her bed, light with curtaines ſhadowed, la- my came ſhee him ſpies
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
opning halfe her hea- uie eies.
〈♫〉
Iamy ſtole in through the dore,
She lay ſlumbring as before,
Softly to her he drew neere,
She heard him, yet would not heare,
Beſſie vow'd not to ſpeake,
〈1 line〉
She dreamp't not what he would doo,
But ſtill ſlept, while he ſmild
To ſee loue by ſteepe beguild.
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
IX.
〈♫〉
THe Sypres curten of the night is ſpread, and o- uer
The weaker cares by ſleepe are conquered, but I a-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
all a ſi- lent dewe is caſt,
lone with hi- dious griefe, a- gaſt. In s;pite of Mor- pheus charmes a watch doe
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
keepe o- uer mine eies to ba- niſh careleſſe ſleepe.
〈♫〉
Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintnes cloſe,
And then the Mappe of hell before me ſtands,
Which Ghoſts doe ſee, and I am one of thoſe,
Ordain'd to pine in ſorrowes endles bands,
Since from my wretched ſoule all hopes are reft,
And now no cauſe of life to me is left.
Griefe ceaze my ſoule, for that will ſtill endure,
When my cra
•
'd bodie is conſum'd and gone,
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
X.
〈♫〉
FOllow your Saint follow with accets ſweet, There wrapt in cloud of
Haſte you ſad noates fall at her flying feete, But if ſhe ſcorns my
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ſorrowe pitie moue, And tell the rauiſher of my ſoule, I pe- riſh for her loue.
ne- uer ceaſing paine, Then burſt with ſighing in her ſight, And nere re- turne a- gaine.
〈♫〉
All that I ſoong ſtill to her praiſe did tend,
Still ſhe was firſt, ſtill ſhe my ſongs did end,
Yet ſhe my loue, and Muſicke both doeth flie,
The Muſicke that her Eccho is, and beauties ſimpathie;
Then let my Noates purſue her ſcornefull flight,
and dyed for her delight.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XI.
〈♫〉
FAire if you ex- pect ad- miring, ſweet if you prouoke de- ſi- ring, grace deere
Fond but if thy ſight be blindnes, falſe if thou af- fect vnkindnes, flie both
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
loue with kinde re- qui- ring,
loue and loues de ligh- ting, Then when hope is loſt and loue is ſcorned, lie bury my deſires, and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
quench the fires that euer yet in vaine haue burned.
〈♫〉
Fates, if you rule louers fortune,
Stars, if men your powers importune,
Yield reliefe by your relenting▪
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XII.
〈♫〉
THou art not faire for all thy red & white, for all thoſe
Thou art not ſweet though made of meet delight, not faire not
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
•
o- ſie or- na
•
ments in thee,
ſweet vnleſſe thou pi- tie mee, I will not ſooth thy fancies thou ſhall proue, That beauty
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
is no beau- tie without loues.
〈♫〉
Yet loue not me, nor ſeeke thou to allure
My thoughts with beutie were it more deuine,
Thy ſmiles and kiſſes I cannot endure,
〈…〉
in thoſe armes of thine,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XIII.
〈♫〉
SEe where ſhe flies enrag'd from me, view her when ſhe intends de-
Her fu- rie mou'd ſuch terror makes, as to a fearfull guiltie
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ſpite, the winde is not more ſwift then ſhee,
ſprite, the voice of heau'ns huge thun- der cracks, But when her appeaſed minde yeelds to de-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
light, All her thoughts are made of ioies, millions of de- lights inuen- ting-
Other plea- ſures are but toies, to her beauties ſweete conten- ting.
〈♫〉
My fortune hangs vpon her brow,
For as ſhe ſmiles, or frownes on mee,
So muſt my blowne affections bow,
And her proude thoughts too well do find,
W
•••
what vnequall tyranni
•
▪
Though when her ſad planet raignes,
Froward ſhe bee,
She alone can pleaſure moue,
And diſpleaſing ſorrow baniſh,
May I
〈◊〉
ſtill hold her loue,
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XIIII.
〈♫〉
BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be, the kind- ly
To che- riſh it that is diſ- maid by thee, who art ſo
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
heate
••
k
•
my heart is flowne,
cru- ell and vn- ſteedfaſt growne, For na- ture cald for by diſtreſſed harts, neg- lects and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
quite for- ſakes the out- ward partes.
〈♫〉
But they whoſe cheekes with careles blood are ſtain'd,
Nurſe not one ſparke of loue within their harts,
And when they woe they ſpeake with paſſion fain'd
For their
〈◊〉
loue lyes in their outward parts,
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XV.
〈♫〉
WHen the god of merrie loue as yet in his cradle lay,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
thus his wither'd nurſe did ſay, Thou a wanton boy wilt proue, to deceius the powers aboue,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
for by thy continuall ſmiling, I ſee thy power of beguiling.
〈♫〉
Therewith ſhe the babe did kiſſe,
When a ſodaine fire out came
From thoſe burning lips of his,
That did her with loue enfame,
But
〈◊〉
would regard the
••
me▪
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XVI.
〈♫〉
MIſtris ſince you ſo much deſire, to know the place of Cupids fire, in your faire▪
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ſhrine that flame doth reſt, yet neuer harbourd in your breſt, it bides not in your lips so ſweet nor▪
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
where the roſe and lil- lies meete, but a little higher
〈…〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ii. ii. there there, O there lies Cupids fire.
〈♫〉
〈◊〉
in thoſe
〈◊〉
pearcing eyes,
There Cupid
•
〈…〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
Nor w
•••
for a ſmi
•
e, or kiſ
•
e,
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈1 line〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
XVII.
〈♫〉
YOur faire lookes enflame my deſire, quench it a-gaine with loue,
Stay, O ſtriue not ſtill to retire, doe not in humane proue,
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erſwade loues pleaſures d
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de- nie not, hee
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e is a ſi- lent grouie
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ſhade O tar- rie then and flie not.
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Haue I ſeaz'd my heauenly delight
In this vnhaunted groue?
Time ſhall now her furie requite
With the reuenge of loue,
Then come, ſweeteſt come
My lips with kiſſes gracing,
Here let vs harbour all alone,
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embra
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ing.
Will you now ſo timely depart
And not returne againe,
Your ſight lends ſuch life to my hart,
That to depart is paine.
Feare yeelds no delay,
Securenes helpe in pleaſure,
Then till the time giues ſafer ſtay,
O farewell my
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XVIII.
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THe man of life vpright whoſe guiltleſſe hart is free,
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from all diſho- neſt deedes or thought of vanitie.
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2
The man whoſe ſilent dayes
In harmeles ioyes are ſpent,
Whome hopes cannot delude,
Nor ſorrow diſcontent.
3
That man needes neither towers
Nor armour for defence,
Nor ſecret vautes to flie
From thunders violence.
4
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The horrours of the deepe,
And terrours of the Skies.
5
Thus ſcorning all the cares
That fate, or fortune brings,
He makes the heau'n his booke,
His wiſedome heeu'nly things,
6
Good thoughts his onely friendes,
His wealth a well-ſpentage
The
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HArke al you ladies yt do ſleep, The fayry queen Pro- ſerpina bids you
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awake and pitie them that weep, you may doe in the darke what the day doth
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forbid, feare not the dogs that barke night will haue all hid.
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2
But if you let your louers mone,
the Fairie Queene Proſerpina
Will ſend abroad her Fairies eu'rie one,
that ſhall pinch blacke and blew;
Your white hands, and faire armes,
that did not kindly rue
Your Paramours harmes.
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In Myrt
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The Fairie Queene Pro
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This nig
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All you that will hold watch with loue,
the Fairie Queene Proſerpina,
Will make you fairer then Diones doue,
Roſes red, Lillies white,
And the cleare damaske hue
ſhall on your cheekes alight,
Loue will adorne you.
5
All you that loue, or lou'd before,
the Fairie Queene Pro
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XX.
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WHen thou muſt home to ſhades of vn- der ground, and there a-
The beauteous ſpirits do ingirt thee round, white I- o-
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riu'd a newe ad- mi- red gueſt,
pe, blith Hellen, and the reſt, To heare the ſtories of thy finiſht loue,
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from that smoothe roong whose mu- sicke can moue.
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Then wilt thou ſpeake of banqueting delights,
Of masks and reuels which ſweete youth did make,
Of Turnies and great challenges of knightes,
And all theſe triumphes for thy beau
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XXI.
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COme let vs ſound with melody the praiſes of the kings king, Th'omni-
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potent cre- a- tor, Author of number, that hath all the world in harmonie framed.
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Heau'n is his throne perpetually ſhining,
His deuine power and glorie thence he thunders,
One in all, and all ſtill in one abiding,
Both Father, and Sonne.
O ſacred ſprite inuiſible, eternall,
Eu'ry where, yet vnlimited, that all things
Canſt in one moment penetrate, reuiue me
O holy Spirit.
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, O re
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Guide my ſoule, that thirſts, to the liuely Fountaine
Of thy deuinenes.
Cleanſe my ſoule, O God, thy beſpotted Image,
Altered with ſinne, ſo that heau'nly purenes
Cannot acknowledge me but in thy mercies
O Father of grace.
But when once thy beames do remoue my darknes,
O then I'le ſhine forth as an Angell of light,
And record with more than an earthly voice thy
Infinite
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A Table of the reſt of the Songs contained
in this Booke, made by
Philip Roſſeter.
I. Sweete come againe
II. And would you ſee
III. No graue for woe
IIII. If I vrge my kinde deſires
V. What hearts content
VI. Let him that will be free
VII. Reproue not loue
VIII. And would you faine
IX. When Laura ſmiles
X. Long haue mine eies
XI. Though far from ioy
XII. Shall I come if I ſwim
XIII. Aie me that loue
XIIII. Shall then a trayterous
XV. If I hope I pine
XVI. Vnleſſe there were conſent
XVII. If ſhe forſakes me
XVIII. What is a daie
XIX. Kind in vnkindneſſe
XX. What then is loue but
XXI. Whether men doe laugh
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I.
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SWeete come againe, your happie ſight ſo- much deſir'd
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ſince you from hence are now retir'd I ſeeke in vaine, ſtil muſt I mourn, & pine in longing paine,
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till you my liues de- light a- gaine vouch- ſafe your wiſht returne.
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If true deſire,
Or faithfull vow of endles loue,
Thy heart enflam'd may kindly moue
With equall fire;
O then my ioies.
So long deſtraught ſhall reſt,
Repoſed ſoft in thy ch
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Exempt from all
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Now it is growne
Confirm'd, do you it keepe,
And let it ſafe in your boſome ſleepe,
There euer made your owne.
And till we meete,
Teach abience inward
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II.
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ANd would you ſee my Miſtris face, it is a flowrie garden place, where
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knots of beauties haue ſuch grace, that all is worke and no where ſpace▪
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It is a ſweete delicious morne,
where day is breeding neuer borne,
It is a Meadow yet unſhorne,
whome thouſand flowers do adorne.
It is the heaunes bright reflexe,
weake eies to dazle and to vexe,
It is th'Idea of her ſexe,
enuie of whome doth world perplexe.
It is a face of death that ſmiles,
pleaſing, though it killes the whiles,
Where death and loue in pretie wiles,
each other mutuallie beguiles.
It is faire beauties freſheſt youth,
it is the fain'd Eliziums truth,
The ſoring that winter'd harts renu'th,
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nd
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is that my ſoule
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III.
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NO graue for woe, yet earth my watrie teares deuoures,
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ſighes want ayre, and burnt deſires kind pitties ſhowres, Stars hold their fatal courſe loies
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pre- uen- ting, the earth, ye ſea, the aire, ye fire, the heau'ns vow my tor- men- ting.
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Yet ſtill I liue and waſte my wearie daies in grones,
And with wofull tunes adorne diſpayring mones,
Night ſtill
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IIII.
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IF I vrge my kinde deſires, ſhe vnkind doth them reiect,
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womens hearts are painted fires to deceiue them affect, I alone loues fires include,
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ſhee alone doth them delude.
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Shee hath often vow'd her loue,
But also no fruit I finde.
That her fires are falſe I proue,
Yet in her no fault I finde,
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was
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vnhappy
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And
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Yet if humane care, or paine
May the heau'nly order change,
She will hate her owne diſdaine,
And repent ſhe was ſo ſtrange,
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V.
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WHat harts con- tent can he finde, what happy ſleepes can his eies em- brace that beares
His taſt ſweet wines will abhorre, no muſicks ſounde can appeaſe thoughts that wic-
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a guiltie minde,
ked deeds deplore, The paſſion of a preſent feare, ſtil makes his reſtles motion there, & all the day hee
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dreads the night, and all the night a one agaſt hee feares the morning light.
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But he that loues to be lou'd,
And in his deedes doth adore heauens power,
And is with pitie mou'd;
The night giues reſt to his heart,
The
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beames do awake his ſoule▪
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VI.
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LEt him that will be free & keep his hart from care, retir'd a- lone
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re- maine where no dis- comforts are, for when the ele doth view his griefe, or hapleſſe eare his
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ſorrow heares, Th'- impreſſion ſtill in him a- bides, and euer in one ſhape appeares.
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Forget thy griefes betimes, long ſorrow breedes long paine,
for ioie farre fled from men will not returne againe,
O happie is the ſoule which heauen ordained, to liue in endles peace,
His life is a pleaſing dreame, and euerie house his ioyes encreaſe.
You
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ites that loue in ſeue
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VII.
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REproue not loue though fondly thou haſt loſt grea- ter hopes by lo-
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uing, loue calms abicious ſpirits from their breſts dāger oft re- mo- uing, Let lo
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y humors moūt vpon
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high, down againe like to the wind, while priuat thoghts vow'd to loue, more peace & pleſure find.
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Loue and ſweete beautie makes the ſtubborne milde,
And the coward feareleſſe,
The wretched miſers care to bountie turnes,
Cheering all things cheereleſſe;
Loue chaines the earth and heauen,
Turnes the Spheare
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VIII.
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ANd would you faine the reaſon know, why my ſad eies ſo of- ten
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flow? my heart ebs ioy when they doe ſo, and loues the moone by whom they go.
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And will you aske why pale I looke?
tis not with poring on my booke,
My Miſtris cheeke my blond hath tooke,
for her mine owne hath me forſooke.
Doe not demaund why I am mute,
loues ſilence doth all ſpeech confute,
They ſet the noat then tune the Lute,
harts frame their thoughts then toongs their ſuit.
Do enot admire why I admire,
my feuer is no others fire,
E
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ch ſe
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erall heart hath his deſire▪
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If why I loue you ſhould ſee cauſe,
loue ſhould haue forme like other lawes,
But fancie pleads not by the clawes,
tis as the ſea ſtill vext with flawes.
No fault vpon my loue eſpie,
for you perceiue not with my eie,
My pallate to your taſt may lie,
yet pleaſe it ſelfe deliciouſly.
Then let my ſufferance be mine owne,
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u
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ceth it theſe reaſons ſhowne▪
Reaſon and loue
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IX.
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WHen Laura ſmiles her ſight re- uiues both night and day,
The earth & heauen viewes with de- light her wan- ton play, And her
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ſpeech with euer- flowing muſicke doth repaire, the cruell wounds of ſorrow and vntamd deſpaire.
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The ſprites that remaine in fleeting aire,
Affect for paſtime to vntwine her treſſed haire,
And the birds thinke ſweete Aurora mornings Queene doth ſhine,
From her bright ſphere when Laura ſhewes her lookes deuine.
Dianas eyes are not adorn'd with greater power,
Then Lauras when ſhe lifts awhile for ſport to loure,
But when ſhe her eyes encloſeth, blindnes doth appeare,
The chiefeſt grace of beautie ſweetelie ſeated there.
Loue hath no fire but what he ſteals from her bright eyes,
Time hath no power, but that which in her pleaſure lyes,
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X.
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LOng haue mine eies gaz'd with delight conueying hopes
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vn- to my ſoule in nothing happy but in ſight, of her that doth my ſight controule, but
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now mine eies, ii. but now mine eies muſt looſe their light.
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My obiect now muſt be the aire,
To write in water words of fire,
And teach ſad thoughts how to deſpaire,
Deſe
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For all my comfort this I proue,
That Venus on the Sea was borne,
If Seas be calme then doth ſhe loue,
If ſtormes ariſe I am f
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XI.
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THough far from ioy, my ſorrowes are as far, and I
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both betweene, not too low, nor yet too high aboue my reach would I bee ſeene, happy is he
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that ſo is placed, not to be enui'd, not bee diſdain'd or diſ- gra- ced.
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The higher trees, the more ſtormes they endure,
Shrubs be troden downe,
But the meane, the golden meane,
Doth onely all our fortunes crowne.
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XII.
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SHall I come if I ſwim? wide are ye waues you ſee, ſhall I come if I
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my deer
•
loue to thee? ſtreames Venus will appeaſe, Cupid giues me winges, all the powers aſ-
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ſiſt my deſire, ſaue you alone that ſet my wofull heart on fire.
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You are faire, ſo was Hero that in Seſtos dwelt,
She a prieſt, yet the heate of loue truly felt,
A greater ſtreame then this did her loue deuide,
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ſhe was his guide with a light.
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XIII.
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AYe me that loue that loue ſhould natures workes accuſe,
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where cruell Laura ſtill her beautie viewes. River or cloud
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, or chriſtall bright
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are all but ſeruants of her ſelfe delight.
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Yet her deformed thoughts ſhe cannot ſee,
And thats the cauſe ſhe is ſo ſterne to mee,
Vertue and duetis can no fauour gaine,
A griefe,
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death,
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o liue an
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oue i
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ine▪
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XIIII.
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SHall then a traiterous kis or a ſmile, all my delights vnhappily be-
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guiles ſhall the vow of
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ay
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loue
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regard▪ when true ſeruice dies negle- cted and
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wants his due reward?
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Deedes meritorious ſoone be forgot,
But one offence no time can euer blot,
Euery day it is renu'd, and euery night it bleedes,
And with bloudy ſtreames of ſorrow drownes all our better deedes.
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XV.
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IF I hope I pine, if I feare I faint and die, ſo betweene
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hope and feare I deſp'rat lie, looking for ioy
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come but hope is
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blinde, ioy deafe, and I am dumbe.
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Yet I ſpeake and crie, but alas with words of wo,
And ioy conceiues not them that murmure ſo,
He that the eares of ioy will euer pearſe,
Muſt ſing glad noates, or ſpeake in happier verſe.
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XVI.
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VNleſſe there were con- ſent twixt hell and heauen that grace and
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wickednes ſhould be combind, I cannot make thee & thy beauties euen, thy face is heauen, and
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tor- ture in thy minde, for more then worldly bliſſe is in thy eie, and helliſh
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tor- ture in thy minde doth lie.
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XVII.
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IF ſhe for- ſake me I muſt die, ſhall I tell her ſo.
Alas then ſtrait wil ſhe re- plie, no no no no no. If I diſcloſe my deſp'rat ſtate
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ſhe will but make ſport thereat and more vn- relenting grow.
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2
What heart can long ſuch paines abide,
Fie vppon this loue,
I would aduenture farte and wide,
If it would remoue,
But loue will ſtill my ſteppes purſue,
I cannot his wayes eſchew,
Thus ſtill helpeles hopes I proue.
3
I doe my loue in lines commend,
But alas in vaine,
The coſtly gifts that I doe find,
ſhe returnes againe,
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XVIII.
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WHat is a day, what is a yeere of vaine delight and pleaſure?
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like to a dreame it endleſſe dies, and from vs like a vapour flies, and this is all the
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fruit that we finde, which glorie in worldly trea- ſure,
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He that will hope for true delight,
With vertue muſt be graced,
Swee
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yeelds a bitter taſt▪
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XIX.
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KInde in vnkindneſſe when will you relent, and ceaſe with
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faint loue true loue to tor- ment ſtill entertain'd, exclu- ded ſtill I ſtand, her gloue ſtil
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holde, but cannot touch the hand.
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In her faire hand my hopes and comforts reſt,
O might my fortunes with that hand be bleſt,
No enuious breaths then my deſerts could ſhake,
For they are good, who ſuch true loue doth make.
O let not beautie ſo forget her birth,
That
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hould
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home returne
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Loue one that onely liues in louing you,
Whoſe wrong'd deſerts would you with pity view,
This ſtrange diſtaſt which your affections ſwaies,
Would reliſh loue, and you find better daies.
Thus all my happie ſight your beautie viewes,
Whoſe
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XX.
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WHat then is loue but mourning, what deſire but a ſelfe-bur-ning, till ſhee that
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hates doth loue returne, thus will I mourne, thus will I ſing come away, come away, my darling.
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Beautie is but a blooming,
Youth in his glorie entombing;
Time hath a while which none can ſtay,
Then come away while thus I ſing,
Come away, come away my darling.
Sommer in winter fadeth,
Gloomie night heau'nly light ſhadeth,
Like to the morne are Venus flowers,
Such are her
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WHether men doe laugh or weepe, whether they doe wake or ſleepe,
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whether they die yoong or olde, whether they
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nothing in true earneſt done.
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All our pride is but a ieſt,
None are worſt, and none are beſt,
Griefe, and ioy, and hope, and feare,
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Powers aboue in cloudes doe ſit,
Mocking our poore apiſh wit,
That ſo lamely with ſuch
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