The Third and the Fourth Book of Airs

The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion
Ayres. Book 3, 4
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
1617
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The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion
Ayres. Book 3, 4
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
[44] p. : music
Printed by Thomas Snodham. Cum priuilegio,
London :
[1617?]
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THE THIRD AND FOVRTH BOOKE OF AYRES: Composed BY Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one Voyce, with a Violl, Lasts, or Orphari
•
m.
LONDON: Printed by Thomas Snodham.
Cum P
•
i
•
ilegio
A Table of all the Songs contayned in the two Bookes following.
The table of the first Booke.
OF
•
haue I sigh'd.
I
Now let her change.
II
Were my hearts as.
III
Maids are simple some men say.
IIII
So tyr'd are all my thoughts.
V
Why presumes thy pride.
VI
Kinde are her answeres.
VII
O griefe, O spight.
VIII
O neuer to be moued.
IX
Breake now my heart and dye.
X
It Loue loues truth.
XI
Now winter nights enlarge.
XII
Awake thou spring.
XIII
What is it that men possesse?
XIIII
Fire that must flame.
XV
If thou long'st so much.
XVI
Shall I come sweet loue?
XVII
Thrice tosse these Oaken.
XVIII
Be thou then my beauty.
XIX
Fire, fire, fire, fire, loe here.
XX
O sweet delight.
XXI
Thus I resolue.
XXII
Come, ô come my lifes
XXIII
Could my heart more.
XXIIII
Sleepe angry beautie,
XXV
Silly boy 'tis full M
•
one yet.
XXVI
Neuer loue vnlesse you can.
XXVII
So quicke, so hot.
XXVIII
Shall I then hope.
XXIX
The Table of the second Booke.
LEaue prolonging.
I
Respect my faith,
II
Thou ioy'st fond boy.
III
Vayle loue mine eyes.
IIII
Euery Dame affects good fame.
V
So sweet is thy discourse.
VI
There is a Garden in her face.
VII
To his sweet Lute.
VIII
Young and simple though I am.
IX
Loue me or not.
X
What meanes this folly?
XI
Deare if I with guile.
XII
O Loue where are thy shafts?
XIII
Beauty is but a painted hell.
XIIII
Are you what your?
XV
Since shee euen shee.
XVI
I must complaine.
XVII
Thinkest tho
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to seduce.
XVIII
Her fayre inflaming eyes.
XIX
Turne all thy thoughts.
XX
If any hath the heart to kill.
XXI
Beauty since you.
XXII
Your fayre lookes.
XXIII
Faine would I wed.
XXIIII
FINIS.
TO MY HONOVRABLE FRIEND, SR. THOMAS MOVNSON, KNIGHT AND BARONET.
SInce now those clouds, that lately ouer-cast
Your Fame and Fortune, are disperst at last:
And now since all to you fayre greetings make,
Some out of loue, and some for pitties sake:
Shall I but with a common stile salute
Your new enlargement? or stand onely mute?
I, to whose trust and care you durst commit
Your pined health, when Arte despayr'd of it?
I, that in your affliction often view'd
In you the fruits of manly fortitude,
Pati
•
nce, and euen constancie of minde,
That Rocke-like stood, and scorn'd both waue, and winde?
Should I for all your ancient loue to me▪
Endow'd with waighty fauours, silent be?
Your merits, and my gratitude forbid
That eyther should in Lethean Gulfe lye hid
But how shall I this worke of fame expre
••
e?
How can I better, after pensiuenesse,
Then with light straynes of Musicke, made to moue
Sweetly with the wide-spreading plumes of loue?
These youth-borne Ayres then, prison'd in this Booke,
VVhich in your Bowres much of their beeing tooke,
Accept as a kinde offring from that hand
VVhich ioyn'd with heart your vertue may command.
VVho loue a sure friend as all good men doe,
Since such you are, let those affect you to:
And may the ioyes of that Crowne neuer end,
That innocence doth pitty, and defend.—
Yours deuoted, THOMAS CA
•
PIAN.
〈♫〉
OFt haue I sigh'd, oft haue I sigh'd, oft haue I
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
sigh'd for him that heares me not: Who ab
••
nt hath both loue and mee for-got.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Oh yet I languish still, yet I languish still, yet I languish still through his de-lay.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Dayes seeme as yeares, when wisht friends breake their day.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
•
〈◊〉
hee but lou'd as common louers vse,
His faithlesse stay some kindnesse would excuse:
O yet I languish still, still constant mo
•
rne
For him that can breake vowes, but not returne.
〈♫〉
NOw let her change and spare not, Since
•
he proues strange I care not: Fain'd loue charm'd so
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
my de-light, That still I doted on her sight. But she is gone new
•
oies imbracing And my deires dis-gracing.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
When did I erre in blindnesse?
Or vexe her with vnkindnesse?
If my cares seru'd her alone;
Why is shee thus vntimely gone?
True loue abides to t'houre of dying;
False loue is eu
•••
ving.
3
False then farewell for
•
u
•
r:
Once false proues faithfull neuer.
Hee that boasts now of thy lou
•
,
Shall soone my pr
••
ent to
•
tunes proue.
Were he as faire at bright Ad
•
mu;
Faith is not had where none
••
.
CANTVS. III.
〈♫〉
WF
••
my hart as some mens are, thy errours would not moue me: But thy faults I cu-rious
Patience is a thing d
•
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
finde and speake, because I loue thee:
uine, and farre I grant a-boue mee.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Foes sometimes be friend vs more, our blacker deedes obiecting,
Then th'obs
•
quious bosome guest, with false respect affecting:
Friendship is the glasse of Truth, our hidden staines detecting.
3
While I vse of eyes enioy, and inward light of reason,
Thy obseruer will I be, and c
••
sor, but in season:
Hidden mischiefe to conc
•••
e in Sease, and Loue is
〈◊〉
o
•
.
〈♫〉
MAydes are simple some men say, They forsooth will trust no men:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
But should they mens wils o. bey, Maides were very simple then.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Truth a rare flower now is growne,
Few men weare it in their hearts;
Louers are more easily knowne
By their follies, then deserts.
3
Safer may we credit giue
To a faithlesse wandring Iew,
Then a young mans vowes beleeue,
When he sweares bis
〈◊〉
ue.
2
Loue they make a poore blinde childe,
But let none trust such as Fee;
Rather then to be begun'd
Euer let me simple be.
CANTVS. V.
〈♫〉
SO tyr'd are all my thoughts, that sence and spirits faile; Mourning I pine, and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
know not what I ayle. O what can yeeld ease to a minde, toy in nothing that can finde?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
How are my powres sore-spoke? what strange distaste is this?
Hence cruell hate of that which sweetest is:
Come, come delight, make my dull braine
Feele once heate of joy ag
••
ne.
3
The louers teares are sweet, their moner makes them so:
Proud of a wound the bleeding Souldiers grovs:
Poore I alone, dreaming, endure
Griefe that knowes nor cause, nor cure.
And whence can all this grow? euen from an idle mi
•
de,
That no delight in any good can finde.
Action alone makes the soule blest;
Vertue dyes with too much reft.
〈♫〉
WHy presumes thy pride on that that must so priuate be? Scarce that it can
Best of all t
•
at
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
good be cal'd, though it seemes best to thee.
Nature fram'd, or cu-rious eye can see.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Tis thy beau'y, soc'
•
sh Maid, that like a blossome growes,
Which who viewes no more enioyes then on a bush a Rose,
That by manies handling fades; and thou
〈◊〉
one of those.
3
If to one thou sh
•
lt proue true, and all beside reiect,
Then art thou but one mans good, which yeelds a poore effect;
For the common'st good by larre deserues the best respect.
4
But if for this goodnesse thou thy selte
••
lt
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common make,
Thou art then not good at all; so thou canst no way
〈◊〉
But to proue the meanest good, or else all good fortake.
5
Be not then of be
••
ry proud, but so her colours bears,
That they proue not
•
taines to her that them
•
or
〈◊〉
••
ould we
•••
;
So shalt thou to all more fayre then thou west borne appeare.
CANTVS. VII.
〈♫〉
KInde are her answeres, but her per-formance keeps no day. All her free fauors & smooth words
Breaks time as dancers from their own Musicke when they stray:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
wing my hopes in vaine. O did euer voice so sweet but only fain? Can true loue yeeld such delay, conuer-ting ioy to pain?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Lost is our freedome,
When we submit to women so:
Why doe wee neede them,
When in their best they worke our woe?
There is no wisedome
Can alter ends by Fate prefixt;
O why is the good of man with euill mixt?
Neuer were dayes yet ca 'd two,
But one night went betwixt.
〈♫〉
O Griefe, O spight, to see poore Vertue scorn'd, Truth far ex- n'd, False arte lou'd:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Vice a-dor'd, Fr
•
e Iustice sold, worst causes best adorn'd, Right cast by Powre, Pittie in vaine implot'd !
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
O who in such an age could wish to liue, When none can haue or hold but such as giue?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
O times' O men ! to Nature rebels growne;
Poore in desert; in name rich; proud of shame;
Wise, but in ill: your stiles are not your owne,
Though dearely bought, honour is honest fame.
Old Stories onely goodnesse now containe,
And the true wisedome, that is iust, and plaine.
〈…〉
〈♫〉
O Ne-uer to be moued, O beau-ty vn relen-ting; Why did I dreame
Hard hart too dearely loued, Fond loue too late repen-ting!
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
of too much blisse? Deceitfull hope was cause of this. O heare, ô heare, ô beare mee speake, O
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
heare mee speake this and no more, this and no more, this and no more, Liue you in ioy, while I
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
my woes, my woes de-plore.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
All comforts despayred
Distaste your bitter scorning,
Great sorrowes vnrepayred
Admit no meane in mourning:
Dye wretch, since hope from thee is fled;
He that must dye is better dead.
O deare delight, yet ere I dye
Some pitty shew, though you reliefe deny.
CANTVS. X.
〈♫〉
BReake now my heart and dye, Oh no, oh no, she may re-lent. Should she now
Let my de-spaire preuayle, oh stay, oh stay, hope is not spent.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
fixe one smile on thee, where were despaire? The losse is but ea-sie which smiles can repayre.
A stranger would please thee, if she were as fayre
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Her must I loue or none, so sweet none breathes as shee,
The more is my despayre, alas shee loues not mee:
But cannot time make way for loue through ribs of steele?
The Grecian inchanted a
•
l parts but the heele,
At last a shaft daunted which his hart did feel.
CANTVS. XI.
〈♫〉
IF Loue loues truth, then women doe not loue: Their passions all are but dis-sembled shewes,
Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue. Their kindness straight a tempest o-uerthrowes.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Then as a Sea-man the poore louer fares, The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
But why accuse I women that deceive?
Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile:
They first from Nature did their craft receive:
It is a womans nature to begu
•
le.
Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow;
But such by vse, are made, not nature so.
O why had Nature power at once to frame
Deceit and Beauty, traitors both to Loue?
Oh would Deceit had dyed when Beauty came
With her diuinenesse eu'ry heart to moue!
Yet doe we rather wish what ere befall,
To haue fayre women false, then none at all.
〈♫〉
NOw winter nights en-large the number of their houres, And clouds their
Let now the chimneys blaze, and cups o'er-flow with wine: Let well-tun'd
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
stormes dis-charge vp-on the ayrie towres, Now yel-low waxen lights shall waite on hunny
words a-maze with har-mo-nie di-uine.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Loue, While youthfull Reuels, Masks, and Courtly sights, sleepes leaden spels re-moue.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
This time doth well dispence
With louers long discourse;
Much spe
•
ch hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All doe not all things well;
Some measures comely tread;
Some knotted Ridles tell;
Some Poems smoothly read.
The Summer hath his ioyes,
And Winter his delights;
Though Loue and all his pleasures are but toyes,
They shorten tedious nights.
〈…〉
〈♫〉
AWake thou spring of spea-king grace, mute rest becomes not thee;
They fay-rest women, while they sleepe, and Pictures e-quall bee.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
O come and dwell in loues dis
•
our-ses, old re-nuing, new cre-a-ting.
The words which thy rich tongue discour-ses, are not of the common ra-ting.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Thy voyce is
•
s an
••
cho clear
•
, which Musicke doth beget;
Thy spee
••
is
•
n Or
•••
, which no
•
e can coun
•
et
•
t:
For thou
•
one
〈◊〉
••
nchanting
And I co
•
d heare
〈◊〉
w
•••
out ending,
Other com
•
o
•
: neuer wanting.
3
Some little reason brutish liues w
•••
humane glory share,
But language is our proper grace
••
om which they
••
uer dare.
As brutes in reason man
•
u
•
pass
Men in speech excelle
〈◊〉
other:
If speech be then the best of
••
aces,
Doe it not in slumber smo
•
her.
CANTVS. XIIII.
〈♫〉
WHat is it all that men possesse a-mong themselues conuersing? Wealth or fame, or
Women one-ly
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
som
•
such boast, searce worthy the rehearsing.
are mens good with them in loue conuersing.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
If weary, they prepare vs rest; if sicke, their hand attends vs.
When with griefe our hearts are preft, their comfort best befriends vs:
Sweet or sowre they willing goe to share what fortune sends vs.
3
What pretty babes with paine they beare our name & torm presenting?
What we get, how wise they keepe, by sparing, wants preventing;
Sorting all their household cares to our obseru'd contening.
4
All this of whose large vse I sing, in two words is exp
•
sle▪
Good wife is the good I praise, if by good men possessed,
Bad with bad in ill fate well, but good with good
•
ue
〈◊〉
.
CANTVS. XV.
〈♫〉
FIre that must flame is with apt fuell fed, Flowers that wil thriue in sunny soyle are bred;
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
How can a hart feele heate that no hope findes? Or can hee loue on whom no comfort shines?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Fayre, I confesse there's pleasure in your sight:
Sweet, you haue powre I grant of all delight.
But what is all to mee if I haue none'
Churle that you are t'inioy such wealth alone.
3
Prayers moue the heau'ns, but finde no grace with you;
Yet in your lookes a heauenly forme I view:
Then will I pray againe, hoping to finde
As well as in your lookes, heau'n in your minde.
4
Saint of my heart, Queene of my life, and loue,
O let my vowes thy doing spirit moue:
Let me no longer mourne through thy disdaine,
But with one touch of grace cure all my pain:
CANTVS. XVI.
〈♫〉
IF thou longst so much to learne (sweet boy) what 'tis to loue. Little sute at first shal win
Doe but fixe thy thought on mee, and thou shalt quick-ly proue.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Way to thy a-basht desire: But then will I hedge thee in, Salamander-like with fire.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
With thee dance I will, and sing, and thy fond dalliance beare;
Wee the grouy hil
•
will climbe, and play the wantons there.
Other whiles wee'le gather flowres,
Lying dalying on the grasse,
And thus our delightfull howres
Full of waking dreames shall passe.
3
When thy ioyes were thus at height my loue should turne from thee,
Old acquaintance then should grow as strange as strange might be,
Twenty rituals thou should'st finde
Breaking all their hearts for mee,
When to all ile proue more kinde,
And more forward then to thee.
4
Thus thy silly youth enrag'd would soone my loue d
•
f
•
e;
But alas poore soule too late, clips wings can neuer flye
Those sweet houres which wee had pi
•
t
Cal'd to minde thy heart would burne:
And could'st thou flye ne'er so fast,
They would make thee straight returne.
〈◊〉
XVII.
〈♫〉
SHall I come sweet Loue to thee, When the eu'ning beames are set?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Shall not ex-cluded be? Will you finde no fained lett? Let me not for pit-ty
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
more, Tell the long, long houres, tel the long houres at your dore.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Who can tell what theefe or foe,
In the couert of the night,
For his prey will worke my woe;
Or through wicked foule despight:
So may I dye vnredrcft,
Ere my long loue be possest.
3
But to let such dangers pasle,
Which a louers thoughts disdaine:
'Tis enough in such a place
To attend loues ioyes in vaine,
Doe not mocke me in thy bed,
While these cold nights freeze me dead.
CANTVS. XVIII.
〈♫〉
THrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre; Then thrice three times tye
Thrice sit thou mute in this in-chanted chayre:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
vp this true loues knot, And murmur soft shee will, or shee will not.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Goe burne these poys'nous weedes in you blew fire,
These Screech-owles fethers, and this prickling bryer,
This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans graue;
That all thy feares and cares an end may haue.
3
Then come you Fayries, dance with me a round,
Melt her hard hart with your melodious sound:
In vaine are all the charmes I can deuise,
She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes.
CANTVS. XIX.
〈♫〉
BE thou then my beauty named, Since thy will is to be mine: Others
For by that am I en-flamed, Which on all a-like doth shine.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
may the light ad-mire, I onely truely feele the fire.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
But if lofty titles moue thee,
Challenge then a Sou'raignes place:
Say I honour when I loue thee,
Let me call thy kindnesse grace.
State and Loue things diuers bee,
Yet will we teach them to agree.
3
Or if this be not sufficing;
Be thou stil'd my Goddesse then:
I will loue thee sacrificing,
In thine honour Hymnes Ile pen.
To be thine, what canst thou more?
Ile loue thee, serue thee, and adore.
CANTVS. XX.
〈♫〉
FIre, fire, fire, fire, loe here I burne, I burne in such desire▪ That all
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
the teares that I can straine out of mine idle empty braine, Cannot al-lay my scorching paine.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Come Trent and Humber, and fayre Thames, Dread Ocean haste with all thy streames: And
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
if you can-not quench my fire, O drowne both
〈◊〉
drowne both me, and my de-sire.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Fire, fire, fire, fire.
There is no hell to my desire:
〈◊〉
all the Riuers backward flye,
And th' Ocean doth his waues deny,
For feare my heate should drinke them dry.
Come heau'nly showres then poaring
〈◊〉
:
Come you that once the world did drow
•
e:
Some then you spar'd, but now saue all,
That else must burne, and with mee fall.
CANTVS. XXI.
〈♫〉
O Sweet delight, O more then humane blisse, With her to liue that
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
euer louing is: To heare her speake whose words so well are plac't, That she by them, as they in
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
her are grac't: Those lookes to view that feast the viewers eye. How blest is he that
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
may so liue and dye?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Such loue as this the golden times did know,
When all did reape, yet none tooke care to sew:
Such loue as this an endlesse Summer makes,
And all distaste from fraile affection takes.
So lou'd, so blest, in my belou'd
〈◊〉
I,
Which till their eyes a
••
e let yron men enuy.
〈◊〉
XXII.
〈♫〉
THus I resolue and time hath taught me so, Since she is
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
fayre and e-uer kinde to me, Though she be wilde and wanton-like in shew, Those little
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
staines in youth I will not see: That she be constant heau'n I oft im-plore; If
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
pray'rs preuaile not, I can doe no more.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Palme tree the more you presse, the more is growes,
Leaue it alone it will not much exceede:
Free beauty if you striue to yoke, you lose,
And for affection strange distaste you breede.
What Nature hath not taught no Arte can frame;
Wilde borne be wilde still, though by force made
〈◊〉
.
CANTVS. XXIII.
〈♫〉
Come, O come my lifes de-light; Let me not in langour, pine
•
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Loue loues no de-lay: thy sight, The more en-ioy'd, the more di-uine. O
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
come and take from mee The paine of being depriu'd of thee.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose,
Like a little world of blisse:
Beauty guards thy lookes, the Rose
In them pure and eternall is.
Come then and make thy flight
As swift to me as heau'nly light.
CANTVS. XXIIII.
〈♫〉
COuld my heart more tongues im-ploy, Then it har-bors thoughts of griefe;
It is now so farre from ioy, That it fearce could aske re-liefe.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Truest hearts by deedes vn-kinde, To despayre are most en-clin'd.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Happy mindes that can redeeme
Then engagements how they please;
That no ioyes, or hopes esteeme
Halfe so pretious as their ease.
Wisedome should prepare men so
As if they did all fore know.
3
Yet no Arte or Caution can
Growne affections easily change;
Vse is such a Lord of Man,
That he brookes worst what is strange.
Better neuer to be blest,
Then to loose all at the best.
CANTVS. XXV.
〈♫〉
SLeepe angry beauty, sleep, and feare not me; For who a sleeping Ly-on dares prouoke?
It shall suf-fice me here to sit and see Those lips shut vp that neuer kindely spoke.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
What sight can more con-tent a louers minde, Then beauty seeming harmlesse if not kinde?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
My words haue charm'd her, for secure shee sleepes,
Though guilty much of wrong done to my loue;
And in her slumber see shee close-ey'd weepes,
Dreames often more then waking passions moue.
Pleade sleepe my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That shee in peace may wake and pitty mee.
CANTVS. XXVI.
〈♫〉
SIlly boy, 'tis ful Moone yet, Thy night as day shines clearely, Had thy youth but
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
wit To feare, thou couldst not loue so deare-ly: Shortly wilt thou mourne when all thy pleasures are be-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
reaued; Little knowes he how to loue that neuer was de-cei-ued.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
This is thy first mayden flame that triumphes yet vnstayned;
All is artlesse now you speaks, not one word yet is fayned;
All is heau'n that you behold, and all your thoughts are blessed:
But no Spring can want his Fall, each Troyless hath his Crossoid.
3
Thy well-order'd lockes ere long shall rudely hang neglected;
And thy liuely pleasant cheare, reads griefe on earth deiected:
Much then wilt thou blame thy Saint that made thy heart so holy.
And with sighes confeste, in loue, that too much faith is folly.
4
Yet be iust and constant still, Loue may beget a wonder;
Not vnlike a Summers frost, or Winters fatall thunder:
Hee that holds his Sweet-hart true vnto his day of dying,
Liues of all that euer breath'd most worthy the
•••
ying.
〈◊〉
XXVII.
〈♫〉
NEuer loue vnlesse you can Beare with all the faults of man: Men sometimes will
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Iealous bee, Though but little cause they see, And hang the head as discon-tent, And speake what
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
straight they will re-pent.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Men that but one Saint adore,
Make a shew of loue to more:
Beauty must be scorn'd in none,
Though but truely seru'd in one;
For what is courtship but disguise?
True hearts may haue dissembling eyes.
3
Men when their affaires require,
Must a while themselues retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawke,
And not euer fit and talke.
If these and such like you can beare,
Then like, and loue, and neuer feare.
CANTVS. XXVIII.
〈♫〉
SO quicke, so hot, so mad is thy fond fute, So rude, so
That faine I would with losse make thy tongue mute, And yeeld some
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
te-dious growne in vrging mee. An houre with thee I care not to con-verse: For I would not
lit-tle grace to quiet thee.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
be coun-ted too peruerse.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
But roofes too hot would prove for men all fire,
And hils too high for my vnused pace;
The groue is charg'd with thornes and the bold bryer;
Gray Snakes the meadowes shrowde in euery place:
A yellow Frog alas will fright me so
As I should start and tremble as I goe.
3
Since then I can on earth no fit roome finds,
In heauen I am resolu'd with you to meete;
Till then for Hopes sweet sake reft your tir'd minde,
And not so much as see mee in the streete:
A heauenly meeting one day wee shall haue,
But neuer, as you dreame, in bed, or graue.
CANTVS. XXIX.
〈♫〉
SHall I then hope when faith is fled? Can I seeke loue when
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
hope is gone? Or can I liue when Loue is dead? Poorely hee liues that
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
can loue none. Her vowes are broke, and I am free, Shee lost her faith in loo-sing mee.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
When I compare mine owne euents,
When I weigh others like annoy;
All doe but heape vp discontents,
That on a beauty build their ioy.
Thus I of all complaine, since she
•
All faith hath lost in loosing mee.
3
So my deare freedome haue I gain'd,
Through her vnkindnesse, and disgrace,
Yet could I euer liue enchain'd,
As shee my seruice did embrace.
But sh
•••
i
•
chang'd, and I am free,
Faith failing her, Loue dyed in mee.
TO MY VVORTHY FRIEND, MR. IOHN MOVNSON, Sonne and Heyre to Sir Thomas Mounson Knight and Baronet.
ON you th' affections of your Fathers Friends,
With his Inheritance by right descends;
But you your gracefull youth so wisely guide,
That his you hold, and purchase much beside.
Loue is the fruit of Vertue, for whose sake
Men onely liking each to other take.
If sparkes of vertue shin'd not in you then,
So well how could you winne the hearts of men?
And since that honour and well-suted Prayse
Is Vertues Golden Spurre; let mee now rayse
Vnto an act mature your tender age,
This halfe commending to your Patronage:
Which from your Noble Fathers, but one side
Ordain'd to doe you honour, doth diuide.
And so my loue betwixt you both I part,
On each side placing you as neare my heart.
Yours euer, THOMAS CAMPIAN.
To the READER.
THE Apothecaries haue Bookes of Gold, whose leaues being opened are so light as that they are subiect to be shaken with the least breath, yet rightly handled, they serue both for ornament and use; such are light Ayres. But if any squeamish stomackes shall checke at two or three vaine Ditties in the end of this Booke, let them powre off the clearest, and leaue those as dregs in the bottome. How soeuer if they be but conferred with the Canterbury Tales of that venerable Poet Chaucer, they will then appeare toothsome enough. Some words are in these Bookes, which have beene cloathed in Musicke by others, and I am conten
•
they then serued their turne: yet giue mee now leaue to make vse of mine owne. Likewise you may finde here some three or foure Songs that haue beene published before, but for them I referre you to the Players Bill that is failed, Newly reuiued with Additions, for you shall finde all of them reformed eyther in Words or Notes. To be briefe, all these Songs are mine if you expresse them well, otherwise they are your owne, Farewell.
Yours as you are his, THOMAS CAMPIAN.
CANTVS. I.
〈♫〉
LEaue pro-longing, leaue pro-longing, thy distresse, All de-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
layes af-flict the dying. Many lost sighes long I spent, to her for mer-cy cry-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ing: But now vaine mour-ning cease, Ile dye, Ile dye, and mine owne griefes re-lease.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Thus departing from this light
To those shades that end all sorrow,
Yet a small time of complaint, a litle breath Ile borrow,
To tell my once delight
I dye alone through her despight.
CANTVS. II.
〈♫〉
RE-spect my faith, re-gard my seruice past; The hope you wing'd call home to
Great prise it is that I in you shall gaine: So great for you hath been my
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
you at last. My wits I spent and time for you a-lone; Obseruing you and loosing all for one.
losse & paine.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Some rais'd to rich estates in this time are,
That held their hopes to mine interiour farres;
Such scoffing mee, or pittying me, say thus,
Had hee not lou'd he might haue liu'd like vs.
O then deare sweet for loue and pittits sake
My faith reward, and from me scandall take.
CANTVS. III.
〈♫〉
THou ioy'st fond boy to be by ma-ny lo-ued: For this dost thou thy na-
〈◊〉
To haue thy beauty of most dames ap-pro-ued. Thy glasse thou coun-cel'st more
〈◊〉
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
worth disguise, And play'st the Sy-co-phant t'ob-serue their eyes,
durne thy skin, That first should schoole thee to be fayre with-in.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
'Tis childish to be caught with Pearle, or Amber,
And woman-like too much to cloy the chamber;
Youths should the Field affect, heate their rough Steedes
Their hardned nerues to fit for better deedes.
Is't not more ioy strong Holds to force with swords,
Then womens weakenesse take with lookes or words?
2
Men that doe noble things all purchase glory,
One man for one braue Act hath prou'd a story:
But if that one tenne thousand Dames o'creime,
Who would record it if not to his shame?
'Tis farre more conquest with one to liue true,
Then euery houre to triumph Lord of new.
CANTVS. IIII.
〈♫〉
VAile loue mine eyes, O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious minde:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
If beauty priuate will not be, Suffice it yet that she proues kinde. Who can vsurp heau'ns light alone?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Stars were not made, Stars were not made to shine on one.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Griefes past recure fooles try to heale,
That greater harmes on lesse inflict:
The pure offend by too much zeale,
Affection should not be too strict.
Hee that a true embrace will finde
To beauties faults must still be blinde.
〈…〉
〈♫〉
EV'-ry Dame af-fects good fame, what ere her doings be: But true prayse is Vertues
Borrow'd guise fits not the wife, a simple look is best: Na-tiue grace becomes a
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Baves, which none may weare but she. Now such new-found toyes are sold these women to dis-guise,
face, though ne'er so rude-ly dreft.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
That before the yeare growes old the new-est fashion dyes.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Dames of yore contended more in goodnesse to exceeds,
Then in pride to be enui'd for that which leaft they neede:
Little Lawne then feru'd the Pawne, it Pawne at all there were;
Home-spun thread, and houshold bread then held out all the yeare:
But th'attyres of women now weare out both house and land,
That the wiues in silkes may flow at ebbe the Good-men stand.
3
Once agen Astrea then from heau'n to earth descend,
And vouchsafe in their behalfe these errours to amend:
Aid from heau'n must make all eeu'n, things are so out of frame;
For let man striue all he can, hee needes must please his Dame.
Happy man content that giues, and what hee giues enioyes;
Happy Dame content that liues, and breakes no sleepe for toyes.
〈♫〉
SO sweet, so sweet is thy dis-course to me, And so de-lightfull is thy
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
sight, As I taste no-thing right but thee. O why inuen-ted Na-ture light? Was it alone for
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
beauties sake, That her grac't words might better take?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
No more can I old ioyes recall,
They now to me become vnknowne,
Not seeming to haue beene at all.
Alas how soone is this loue growne
To such a spreading height in rise,
As with it all must shadowed be?
〈♫〉
THere is a Garden in her face, Where Roses and white Lil-lies grow;
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
A heau'nly paradice is that place, wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow. There Cherries
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
grow which none may buy, Till Cherry ripe, till Cherry ripe, till Cherry ripe, Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, Cherry
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ripe, Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose
Of Orient Pearle a double row,
Which when her louely laughter showes,
They looke like Role-buds fill'd with snow,
Yet them nor Peere, nor Prince can buy,
Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.
3
Her Eyes like Angels watch them still;
Her Browes like bended bowes doe stand,
Threatning with piercing frownes to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred Cherries to come nigh,
Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.
〈♫〉
TO his sweet Lute A-pol-lo sung the mo-tions of the Spheares;
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
The wondrous order of the Stars, whose course diuides the yeares: And all the My-steries aboue;
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
But none of this could Midas moue, Which purchast him his Asses eares.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Then Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t'aduance;
To boast of Cattle, flockes of Sheepe, and Goates, on hils that dance,
With much more of this churlish kinde:
That quite transported Midas minde,
An held him rapt as in a trance.
3
This wrong the God of Musicke scorn'd from such a sottish Iudge,
And bent his angry bow at Pan, which made the Piper trudge
Then Midas head he so did trim,
That eu'ry age yet talkes of him
And Phoebus right reuenged grudge.
CANTVS. IX.
〈♫〉
YOung and simple though I am, I haue heard of Cupids name: Guesse I can what
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
thing it is, Men desire when they doe kille. Smoake can neuer burne they say, But t
•
e
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
flames that follow may.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
I am not so foule or fayre,
To be proud, nor to desparye;
Guesse I can what thing it is
Men desire when they doe kisse.
Smoake can neuer burne they say,
But the flames that follow may.
3
Faith 'tis but a foolish minde,
Yet me thinkes a heate I finde,
Like thirst longing that doth bide
Euer on my weaker side:
Where they say my heart doth moue,
Venus grant it be not loue.
4
If it he, alas, what then?
Were not women made for men?
A good 'twete a thing were past,
That must needes be done at last.
Roses that are ouer-blowne
Growe lesse sweet, then fall alone.
5
Yet nor Churle, nor
••
lken Gull
Shall my Mayden blossome pull:
Who shall not I soone can tell,
Who shall would I could as well:
This I know who ere hee be
Loue hee must, or flatter me.
CANTVS. X.
〈♫〉
LOue me or not, loue her I must or dye. O that her grace would my wisht
Leaue me or not, follow her needs must I.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
comforts giue. How rich in her, how happy should I liue?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
All my desire, all my delight should be
Her to enjoy, her to vnite to mee:
Enuy should cease, her would I loue alone,
Who loues by lookes, is seldom true to one.
3
Could I enchant, and that it lawfull were,
Her would I charme so
•
tly th
•
t none should heare:
But loue enforc'd rarely yeelds firme content,
So would I loue that neyther should repent.
CANTVS. XI
〈♫〉
WHat meanes this folly now to braue it so, And then to vse submission?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Is that a friend that straight can play the foe? Who loues on such conditi-on?
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Though Bryers breede Roses, none the Bryer affect,
But with the flowre are pleased:
Loue onely loues delight, and soft respect,
He must not be diseased.
3
These thorny passions spring from barren breasts,
Or such as neede much weeding:
Loue onely loues delight, and soft respect,
But sends them not home bleeding.
4
Command thy humour, striue to giue content,
And shame not loues prof
•
ssion:
Of kindnesse neuer any could repent
That made choyse with discretion.
〈♫〉
DEare if I with guile would guild a true in-tent, Heaping flattries that
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
in heart were neuer me
•
nt: Easely could I then obtaine what now in vaine I force. Fals-hood much doth
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
gaine, Truth yet holds the bet-ter course.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
2
Loue forbid that through dissembling I should thriue,
Or in praysing you, my selfe of truth depriue:
Let not your high thoughts debase
A simple truth in me;
Great is beauties grace,
Truth is yet as fayre as
•
hee.
3
Prayse is but the winde of pride if it exceedes,
Wealth pris'd in it selfe no outward value needes.
Fayre you are, and passing fayre,
You know it, and 'tis true,
Yet let none despayre
But to finde as fayre as you.
〈…〉
O Loue, where are thy Shafts, thy Quiuer and thy Bow? Shall my wounds
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
onely weepe and hea vngaged goe? Be iust and strike him to, that dares con-temne thee so.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
No eyes are
•
ike to t
•
ine, though men su
•
pose thee blin
••
,
So fayre they l
•
uell when the make they at to finde:
Then strike, ô strike the heart 'hat heares the c
•
uell minde.
3
Is my sond sight deceiued? or doe I Cupid spye
Close ayming at his breast, by whom defined I dye?
Shoot home sweet Loue, and wound him that h
•
e may no flye.
4
O t
•
en we both will s
•••
some vnhaunted shade,
And
〈…〉
he
•
s wound which L
•
ve hath
•
ustly made:
O
〈…〉
too vaine, now quickly dost thou sade?
5
〈…〉
•
onders still, his heart is free from paine,
W
•••
e se
••
si
•
ne I
•
p
•••
and t
•
ar
••
, but l
〈◊〉
in vaine:
Yet Loue thou kn
•
w 'it by right I should not thus complaine.
CANTVS. XIIII.
〈♫〉
BEauty is but a
〈…〉
me,
•
aye me, thee wounds them that admire
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
it, Shee kils them that desire it. Giue her pride but
•
uell, No fire is more cru-ell.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
2
Pittie from eu'ry heart is fled,
Aye me, aye me,
Since false desire could borrow
Teares of dislembled sorrow,
Constant vowes turne truthlesse,
Loue cruell, Beauty ruthl
•
sle.
3
Sorrow can laugh and Fury sing,
Aye me, aye me;
My rauing g
•••
〈◊〉
I
•
u'd too
〈◊〉
a loner:
The first st
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p to madnesse.
Is the excesse of sadnesse.
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ARe you what your faire lookes expresse? Oh then be kinde, From law of
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Nature they di-gresse, Whole forme sutes not their minde. Fairenesse seene in th'outward shape is
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but th'inward beauties Ape.
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BASSVS.
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Eyes that of earth are mortall made
What can they view?
All's but a colour or a shade,
And neyther alwayes true.
Reasons sight that is eterne,
Eu'n the substance can discerne.
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Soule is the Man; for who will so
The body name?
And to that power all grace we owe
That deckes our lining frame.
What, or how had housen bin,
But for them that dwell therein?
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Loue in the bosome is begot,
Not in the eyes:
No beauty makes the eye more hot,
Her flames the spright surprise:
Let our louing mindes then meets,
For pure meetings are most sweet.
CANTVS. XVI.
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SInce she, eu'n shee, for whom I liu'd, Sweet she by Fate from me is torne,
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Why a n not I of sence depriu'd. Forgetting I was euer borne? Why should I lan-guish hating
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light? Bet-ter to sleepe an endlesse night.
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BASSVS.
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Be't eyther true or aptly fain'd,
That some of Lethes water write,
'Tis their best med'cine that are pain'd,
All thought to loose of past delight.
O would my anguith vanish so!
Happy are they that neyther know.
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I Must complain, yet doe en-ioy my Loue, She is too faire, too rich in louely parts:
Thence is my grief, for Nature while she stroue With all her graces and di-uinest Arts
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To form her too too beauti-full of hue, Shee had no leasure left to make her true.
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BASSVS.
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Should I agrieu'd then wish thee were lesse fayre?
That were repugnant to mine owne desires:
Shee is admir'd, new louers still repayre,
That kindles daily loues forgetfull fires.
Rest iealous thoughts, and thus resolue at last,
Shee hath more beauty then becomes the chast.
CANTVS. XVIII.
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THink'st thou to se-duce me then with words that haue no mea-ning? Pa-rats so
Nur-ces teach
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can learne to prate our speech by pie-ces glea-ning.
their chil-ren so, a-bout the time of wea-ning.
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BASSVS.
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Learne to speake first, then to wooe, to wooing much pertayneth:
Hee that courts vs wanting Arte, soone falters when he sayneth:
Lookes a-squint on his discourse, and smiles when hee complaineth.
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Skilfull Anglers hide their hookes, fit baytes for euery season;
But with crooked pins fish thou, as babes doe that want reason,
Gogions onely can be caught with such poore trickes of treason.
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Ruth forgiue me if I err'd from humane hearts compassion,
When I laught sometimes too much to see thy foolish fashion:
But alas, who lesse could doe that found so good occasion?
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HEr fayre inflaming eyes, chiefe authors of my cares,
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I prai'd in humblest wife, With grace to view my teares: They be-held me broad a-wake, But a-
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lasse no ruth would take.
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Her lips with kisses rich,
And words of fayre delight,
I fayrely did beseech
To pitty my sad plight:
But a voyce from them brake forth
As a whirle-winde from the North.
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Then to her hands I fled,
That can giue heart and all,
To them I long did plead,
And loud for pitty call:
But alas they put mee off,
With a touch worse then a scoffe.
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So backe I straight return'd,
And at her breast I knock'd;
Where long in vaine I mourn'd,
Her heart so fast was lock'd;
Not a word could passage finde,
For a Rocke inclos'd her minde.
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Then downe my pray'rs made way
To those most comely parts,
That make her flye or stay,
As they affect deserts:
But her angry feete thus mou'd
Fled with all the parts I lou'd.
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Yet fled they not so fast
As her enraged minde:
Still did I after haste,
Still was I left behinde,
Till I found 'twas to no end
With a Spirit to contend.
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TVrne all thy thoughts to eyes, Turne al thy haires to eares; Change all thy friends to spies,
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And all thy loves to feares. True Loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie.
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Turne darknesse into day,
Constructures into truth:
Beleeue what th'enuious say,
Let age interpret youth
True loue will yet be free,
Inspite of Iealousie.
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Wrest euerylword and looke,
Racke eu'ry hidden thought:
Or fish with golden hooke,
True loue cannot be caught,
For that will still be free,
In spite of Iealousie.
CANTVS. XXI.
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IF a-ny hath the he
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kill, Come rid me of this wo-full paine:
For while I liue I su
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still, This cruell torment all in vaine.
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Yet none aliue but one can guesse What is the cause of my distresse.
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Thanks be to heau'n, no grieuous smart,
No maladies my limbes annoy:
I beare a sound and sprightfull heart,
Yet liue I quite depriu'd of ioy;
Since what I had in vaine I craue,
And what I had not now I haue.
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A Loue I had so fayre, so sweet,
As euer wanton eye did see:
Once by appointment wee did meete,
Shee would, but ah it would not be:
She gaue her heart, her hand shee gaue,
All did I giue, shee nought could haue.
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What Hagge did then my powers forespeake,
That neuer yet such taine did feele?
Now shee reiects me as one weake,
Yet am I all compos'd of steele.
Ah this is it my heart doth griue,
Now though shee sees shee'le not believe.
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BEauty, since you so much desire, to know the place of Cupids fire: A-
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bout you somewhere doth it rest, Yet neuer harbour'd in your brest: Nor gout-like in your heele or
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toe; What foole would seeke Loues flame so low? But a little higher, but a litle higher but a,
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a little higher, but a little higher: There, thereô there lyes Cupids fire.
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Thinke not when Cupid most you scorne,
Men iudge that you of Ice were borne:
For though you cast loue at your heele,
His fury yet sometime you feele,
And where-aboues if you would know,
I tell you still not in your toe:
But a little higher, but a little higher;
There, there, ô there lyes Cupids fire.
CANTVS. XXIII.
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YOur faire lookes vrge my de-sire, Calme it sweet with loue, If Loue
Stay, ô why will you re-tire? Can you churlish proue?
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may per-swade, loues pleasures deare de-ny not: Here is a groue se-cur'd with shade, O then be
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wise and flye not.
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Harke the Birds delighted sing,
Yet our pleasure sleepes:
Wealth to none can profit bring,
Which the miler keepes:
O come while we may,
Let's chayne Loue with embraces,
Wee haue not all times time to stay,
Not safety in all places.
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What ill finde you now in this;
Or who can complaine?
There is nothing done attrisse
That breedes no man payne.
'Tis is now flowry May,
But eu'n in cold December,
When all these leaues are blowwne away
This place shall I remember.
CANTVS. XXIIII.
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FAine would I wed a faire yong man, that day and night could please mee:
When my
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bo-dy grie-ued that ha
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Maids
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lo-ging
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, that b
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An
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I heare men say, is one-ly cur'd by quicknesse. Many for a
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I: Hat this foolish
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of mine stra
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loaths
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dearely loued; If to loue be sinne in mee, that sinne is
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solued. Sure I thinke I shall as last
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solued. When I once
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set-led there then can I flye no farther: As I was by
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dye a maid, be-cause I had a mot
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one brought forth I woul
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FINIS.