Two Books of Airs

Tvvo bookes of ayres The first contayning diuine and morall songs: the second, light conceites of louers. To be sung to the lute and viols, in two, three, and foure parts: or by one voyce to an instrument. Composed by Thomas Campian.
Ayres. Book 1, 2
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
1613
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Tvvo bookes of ayres The first contayning diuine and morall songs: the second, light conceites of louers. To be sung to the lute and viols, in two, three, and foure parts: or by one voyce to an instrument. Composed by Thomas Campian.
Ayres. Book 1, 2
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
[52] p. : music
Printed by Tho. Snodham, for Mathew Lownes, and I. Browne Cum priuilegio,
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TVVO BOOKES OF AYRES. THE FIRST Contayning Diuine and Morall Songs: THE SECOND, Light Conceits of Louers. To be sung to the Lute and Viols, in two, three, and foure Parts: or by one Voyce to an INSTRVMENT. Composed By Thomas Campian.
LONDON: Printed by Tho. Snodham, for Mathew Low
•••
, and I. Brow
••
Cum Priuilegio.
TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE, BOTH in Birth and Vertue, FRANCIS, Earle of CVMBERLAND.
WHat Patron could I chuse, great Lord, but you?
Graue words your years may challenge as their owne,
And eu'ry note of Musicke is your due,
VVhose House the Muses pallace I haue knowne.
To loue and cherish them, though it descends
VVith many honours more on you, in vaine
Preceding fame herein with you contends,
VVho haue both fed the Muses, and their trayne.
These Leaues I offer you, Deuotion might
Her selfe lay open, reade them, or else heare
How grauely with their tunes they yeeld delight
To any vertuous, and not curious eare.
Such as they are accept them Noble Lord;
If better, better could my zeale afford.
Your Honors, THOMAS CAMPIAN.
TO THE READER.
OVT of many Songs which partly at the request of friends, partly for my owne recreation were by mee long since composed, I haue now enfranchised a few, sending them forth diuided according to their different subiect into seuerall Bookes. The first are graue and pious; the second amorous and light. For hee that in publishing any worke, hath a desire to content all palates, must cater for them accordingly.
—Non omnibus vnum est
Quod placet, hic Spinas colligit, ille Rosas.
These Ayres were for the most part framed at first for one voyce with the Lute, or Violl, but vpon occasion, they haue since beene filled with more parts, which who so please may vse, who like not may leaue. Yet doe wee daily obserue, that when any shall sing a Treble to an Instrument, the standers by will be offring at an inward part out of their owne nature; and true or false, out it must, though to the peruerting of the whole harmonie. Also, if wee consider well, the Treble tunes, which are with vs commonly called Ayres, are but Tenors mounted eight Notes higher, and therefore an inward part must needes well become them, such as may take vp the whole distance of the Diapason, and fill vp the gaping betweene the two extreame parts; whereby though they are not three parts in perfection, yet they yeeld a sweetnesse and content both to the eare and minde, which is the ayme and perfection of Musicke. Short Ayres if they be skilfully framed, and naturally exprest, are like quicke and good Epigrammes in Poesie, many of them shewing as much artifice, and breeding as great difficultie as a larger Poeme. Non omnia possumus omnes, said the Romane Epick Poet. But some there are who admit onely French or Italian Ayres, as if euery Country had not his proper Ayre, which the people thereof naturally vsurpe in their Musicke. Others taste nothing that comes forth in Print, as if Catullus or Martials Epigrammes were the worse for being published. In these English Ayres I haue chiefely aymed to couple my Words and Notes louingly together, which will be much for him to doe that hath not power ouer both. The light of this will best appeare to him who hath pays'd our Monasyllables and Syllables combined, both which are so loaded with Consonants as that they will hardly keepe company with swift Notes, or giue the Vowell conuenient liberty. To conclude; mine owne opinion of these Songs I deliuer thus:
Omnia nec nostris bona sunt, sed nec mala libris;
Si placet hac cantes, hac quo
que
lege legas.
Farewell.
A TABLE OF ALL THE SONGS contayned in these BOOKES.
In the first Booke.
Songs of 4. Parts.
AVthor of light.
I
The man of life vpright.
II
Where are all thy beauties now?
III
Out of my soules depth.
IIII
View me Lord a worke of thine.
V
Brauely deckt come forth bright day.
VI
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde.
VII
Tune thy Musicke to thy hart.
VIII
Most sweet and pleasing.
IX
Wise men patience neuer want.
X
Neuer weather-beaten saile.
XI
Lift vp to heauen sad wretch.
XII
Loe, when backe mine eye.
XIII
As by the streames of Babilon.
XIIII
Sing a Song of ioy,
XV
Awake thou heauy spright.
XVI
Songs of 3. Parts.
COme chearfull day.
XVII
Seeke the Lord.
XVIII
Lighten heauy heart thy spright.
XIX
Iacke and Ione they thinke no ill.
XX
Of 2. Parts.
All lookes be pale.
XXI
In the second Booke.
Songs of 3. Parts.
VAine men whose follies.
I
How eas'ly wert thou chained?
II
Harden now thy tyred hart.
III
O what vnhopt for sweet supply,
IIII
Where she her sacred bowre adornes.
V
Faine would I my loue disclose.
VI
Giue beauty all her right.
VII
O deare that I with thee.
VIII
Good men shew if you can tell.
IX
What haruest halfe so sweet is?
X
Sweet exclude me not.
XI
The peacefull Westerne winde.
XII
There is none, ô none but you.
XIII
Pin'd I am and like to dye.
XIIII
So many loues haue I neglected.
XV
Though your strangenesse.
XVI
Come away, arm'd with loues.
XVII
Come you pretty false-ey'd.
XVIII
A secret loue or two.
XIX
Her rosie cheekes.
XX
Of 2. Parts.
Where shall I refuge seeke?
XXI
CANTVS I.
〈♫〉
AVthor of light reviue my dy- ing spright, Redeeme it
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
from the snares of all con- foun-ding night. Lord, light me to thy blessed way: For blinde, for
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
blinde with worldly vaine de- sires, I wander as a stray: Sunne and Moone, Starres and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
vnderlights I see, But all their glorious beames are mists and darknesse being compar'd to thee.
〈♫〉
1
Author of light reviue my dying spright,
Redeeme it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blinde with worldly vaine desires I wander as a stray.
Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see,
But all their glorious beames are mists and darknes being compar'd to thee.
2
Fountaine of health my soules deepe wounds recure,
Sweet showres of pitty raine, wash my vncleannesse pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and
•
ading hart can raise, and in ioyes bosome place.
Sinne and Death, Hell and tempting Fiends may rage;
But God his owne will guard, and their sharp paines and griefe in time asswage.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
AVthor of light reviue my dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares, redeeme it from the
〈♫〉
snares of all con- foun- ding night. Lord, light mee to thy blessed way: For blinde, for blinde with
〈♫〉
worldly vaine delights, I wander as a stray. Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see: But
〈♫〉
all their glorious beames are mists compar'd with thee.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
AVthor of light, of light, reviue my
〈♫〉
dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares of all
〈♫〉
confounding night, con- founding night. Lord,
〈♫〉
light me to thy blessed way: For blinde, for blinde with
〈♫〉
world-ly vain desires I wander as a stray. Sunne and
〈♫〉
Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see: But all their
〈♫〉
glorious beames are mists and dark-nesse being
〈♫〉
com- par'd to thee.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
AVthor of light reviue my dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares, redeeme it from the snares of
〈♫〉
all con- founding night. Lord, light me to thy blessed way: For blinde with worldly vaine desires I wander,
〈♫〉
wander as a stray. Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see; But all, all their glorious beames are mists
〈♫〉
and darknesse being compar'd to thee.
CANTVS. II.
〈♫〉
THE man of life vpright, Whose chearfull minde is free From waight of
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
impious deedes, And yoake of vani- tee.
〈♫〉
1
The man of life vpright,
Whose chearfull minde is free
From waight of impious deedes,
and yoake of vanitee.
2
The man whose silent dayes
In harm
•
lesse ioyes are spent:
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrowes discontent.
3
That man needes neyther towres,
Nor armour for defence:
Nor vaults his guilt to shrowd
From thunders violence.
4
Hee onely can behold
With vnaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deepe,
And terrors of the Skies.
5
Thus scorning all the cares,
That fate or fortune brings:
His Booke the Heau'ns hee makes
His wisedome heau'nly things.
6
Good thoughts his sur
•
st friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober Inne,
And quiet pilgrimage.
CANTVS. III.
〈♫〉
WHere are all thy beauties now all harts enchai- ning? Whither are thy flatt'rers
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
gone with all their fay- ning? All fled, and thou a- lone still here remay- ning.
〈♫〉
1
Where are all thy beauties now all harts enchayning?
Whither are thy flatt'rers gone with all their fayning?
All fled, and thou alone still here remayning.
2
Thy rich state of twisted gold to Bayes is turned;
Cold as thou art are thy loues that so much burned:
Who dye in flatt'rers armes are seldome mourned.
3
Yet in spight of en
•
ie, this be still proclaymed,
That none worthyer then thy selfe thy worth hath blamed:
When their poore names are lost thou shalt li
•
e fa
•
ed.
4
When thy story long time hence shall be perused,
Let the blemish of thy rule be thus excused,
None euer liu'd more iust, none more abused.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
THe man of life vpright, whose chearefull minde is free From waight of impious deedes,
〈♫〉
and yoake of vanitee, of vanitee.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHere are all thy beauties now all harts enchayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their
〈♫〉
fayning? All fled and thou alone still here re- may- ning.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
THe man of life vpright, whose chearfull
〈♫〉
minde is free From waight of impious deedes, and
〈♫〉
yoake of vanitee.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WHere are all thy beauties now, all harts en-
〈♫〉
chayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their
〈♫〉
fayning? All fled and thou alone still here re-mayning.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
THe man of life vpright, whose chearefull minde is free From waight of impious deedes, and
〈♫〉
yoake of vanitee.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WHere are all thy beauties now, all harts enchayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their
〈♫〉
fay-ning? All fled and thou alone still here remayning.
CANTVS. IIII.
〈♫〉
OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
plaints receiue on iust feare grounded: Lord should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not con- founded?
〈♫〉
1
Out of my soules deapth to thee my cryes haue sounded,
Let thine eares my plaints receiue on iust feare grounded:
Lord should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?
2
But with grace thou censur'st thine when they haue erred,
Therefore shall thy blessed name below'd and feared,
Eu'n to thy throne my thoughts and eyes are reared.
3
The
•
alone my hopes attend, on thee relying;
In thy sacred word I'le trust, to thee fast flying
Long ere the Watch shall breake, the morne descrying.
4
In the mercies of our God who liue secured,
May of full redemption rest in him assured,
Their sinne-sicke soules by him shall be recured.
CANTVS. V.
〈♫〉
VIew me Lord a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
me but shine, I should seeme made all of light.
〈♫〉
1
View mee Lord, a worke of thine;
Shall I then lye drown'd in night?
Might thy grace in mee but shine,
I should seeme made all of light.
2
But soule still surfets so
On the poysoned baytes of sinne,
That I strange and vgly growe,
All in darke, and foule within.
3
Clense mee Lord that I may kneele
At thine Altar pure and white,
They that once thy Mercies feele,
Gaze no more on earths delight.
4
Worldly ioyes like shadowes fade,
When the heau'nly light appeares,
But the cou'nants thou hast made
Endlesse, know no
•
dayes, nor yeares.
5
In thy word Lord is my trust,
To thy mercies fast I flye,
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet thy grace can lift me high.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded. Let thine eares my plaints re- ceiue on
〈♫〉
iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded? con- founded?
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
VIew mee Lord, a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in
〈♫〉
mee but shine, I should seeme made all of light.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
OVt of my soules depth to thee my
〈♫〉
cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my plaints re-
〈♫〉
ceiue on iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou
〈♫〉
weigh our faults, who's not confounded?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
VIew me Lord a work thine, Let me
〈♫〉
not lye drown'd in night: Might thy grace in me but
〈♫〉
shine, I should seeme made all of light.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my plaints re-
〈♫〉
ceiue on iust iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?
TENOR.
〈♫〉
VIew mee Lord, a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in me but
〈♫〉
shine, I should seeme made all of light.
〈◊〉
VI.
〈♫〉
BRaue-ly deckt, come forth bright day, thine houres with Roses strew thy way, as they
Thou re-ceiu'd shalt be with feasts, come chie- fest of the Brit- tish ghests, thou fift
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
wel remember: Thou wt triumph shalt exceed In the strictest ember; For by thy return the Lord records his blessed deed.
of Nouem-ber:
〈♫〉
1
Brauely deckt come forth bright day,
Thine houres with Roses strew thy way,
As they well remember.
Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts,
Come chiefest of the British ghests,
Thou fift of Nouember.
Thou with triumph shalt exceede
In the strictest ember;
For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deede.
2
Britaines frolicke at your bourd,
But first sing praises to the Lord
In your Congregations.
Hee preseru'd your state alone,
His louing grace hath made you one
Of his chosen Nations.
But this light must hallowed be
With your best Oblations;
Prayse the Lord, for onely great and mercifull is hee.
3
Death had enter'd in the gate,
And ruine was crept neare the State;
But heau'n all reuealed.
••
ry Powder hell did make,
Which ready long the flame to take,
Lay in shade concealed.
God vs helpt of his free grace,
None to him appea
•
ed;
For none was so bad to feare the treason or the place.
4
God his peacefull Monarch chose,
To him the mist he did disclose,
To him, and none other;
This hee did O King for thee,
That thou thine owne
•
enowne might'st see,
Which no time can smother:
May blest Charles thy comfort be
Firmer then his Brother,
May his heart the loue of peace, and wisedome learne from thee.
CANTVS. VII.
〈♫〉
TO Musicke bent is my re- ty-red mind, And fain would I some song of plea- sure sing:
But in vain ioies no cōfort now I find: From heauenly thoughts al true delight doth spring.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Thy power O God, thy mercies to record, Will sweeten euery note and euery word.
〈♫〉
1
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde,
And faine would I some song of pleasure sing:
But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde:
From heau'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Thy power O God, thy mercies to record
Will sweeten eu'ry note, and eu'ry word.
2
All earthly pompe or beauty to expresse,
Is but to carue in snow, on waues to write.
Celestiall things though men conceiue them less
•
,
Yet fullest are they in themselues of light:
Such beames they yeeld as know no meanes to dye:
Such heate they cast as lifts the Spirit high.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy way, as they wel remember:
Thou re-ceiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, thou fift of Nouember.
〈♫〉
Thou with triumph shalt exceede, In the strictest Em- ber: For by thy returne the Lord re- cords his blessed deede.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing▪ But in vain
〈♫〉
ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine
Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts Come
〈♫〉
houres with Roses strew thy way, As they well re-
chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of No-.
〈♫〉
member: Thou with triumph shalt exceed in the strictest
uember.
〈♫〉
ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deed.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
TO Musicke bent is my retyred
〈♫〉
mind, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing:
〈♫〉
But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde,
〈♫〉
From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy
•
ay, As they wel remember:
Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of Nouember.
〈♫〉
Thou with triumph shalt exceede in the strictest ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deede.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And faine would I some song of pleasure sing: But
〈♫〉
in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
CANTVS. VIII.
〈♫〉
TVne thy Musick to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes and so thy sorrow:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Though Deuotion needs not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may bor- row.
〈♫〉
1
Tune thy Musicke to thy hart,
Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sorrow:
Though Deuotion need
••
not Art,
Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.
2
Striue not yet for curious wayes,
Concord pleaseth more the lesse 'tis strained;
Zeale aff
•
cts no
•
outward prayse,
Onely striues to shew a loue vnfained.
3
Loue can wondrous things effect,
Sweetest Sacrifice, all wrath appeasing:
Loue the highest doth respect,
Loue alone to him is euer pleasing.
CANTVS. IX.
〈♫〉
MOst sweet and pleasing are thy waies O God, Like meadowes deckt with Christall
Thy paths no foot prophane haue e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
streams & flowres: There liues no Vultur, no de-uouring Beare, But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there.
in thy bowres.
〈♫〉
1
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God,
Like Meadowes deckt with Christall streames and flowers:
Thy paths no foote prophane hath euer trod:
Nor hath the proud man rested in thy Bowers.
There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare,
But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there.
2
The Wolfe his young ones to their prey doth guide;
The Foxe his Cubbs with false deceit endues;
The Lyons Whelpe suckes from his Damme his pride;
In her
•
the Serpent malice doth infuse:
The darksome Desart all such beasts contaynes,
Not one of them in Paradice remaynes.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sorrow: Though De-
〈♫〉
uotion needes not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God, Like Meadows deckt with Christall
Thy paths no foot prophane hath e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested
〈♫〉
streames and flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare: But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there. in thy bowres.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing
〈♫〉
thy ioy with thanks, & so thy sorrow, Though De-
〈♫〉
uotion needs not Art, Sometime of the poore the
〈♫〉
rich may borrow.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes
Thy paths no foot prophane hath e
〈♫〉
O God, Like Medows deckt with Christal streams &
uer trod: Nor hath the proud man rested in thy
〈♫〉
flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare,
bowres.
〈♫〉
But one- ly Doues and Lambs are har-bour'd there.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sor- row: Though De-
〈♫〉
uotion needes not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God, Like Meadowes deckt with Christall streames
Thy paths no foot prophane hath e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested in
〈♫〉
and flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare, But onely Doues and Lambs are harbour'd there.
thy bowres.
CANTVS. X.
〈♫〉
WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide, Hee alone for-
Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
giue that can Beares the true soule of a man.
〈♫〉
1
Wise men patience neuer want,
Good men pitty cannot hide:
Feeble spirits onely vant
O
•
reuenge, the poorest pride.
Hee alone forgiue that can
Beares the true soule of a man.
2
Some there are debate that seeke
Making trouble their content,
Happy if they wrong the meeke,
Vexe them that to peace are bent;
Such vndooe the common tye
Of mankinde, societie.
3
Kindnesse growne is, lately, colde,
Conscience hath forgot her part:
Blessed times were knowne of old,
Long ere Law became an Art.
Shame deterr'd, no
•
Statutes then,
Honest loue was law to men.
4
Deeds from loue and words that flowe
Foster like kinde Aprill showres;
In the warme Sunne all things grow,
Wholsome fruits and pleasant flowres.
All so thriues his gentle rayes,
Where on humane loue displayes.
CANTVS. XI.
〈♫〉
NEuer weather-beaten faile more wil- ling bent to shore, Then my weary spright now
Neuer tyred pilgrims limbs af- fe- cted slumber more;
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
longs to flye out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly sweetest Lord &
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
take my soule to rest.
〈♫〉
1
Neuer weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore,
Neuer tyred Pilgrims limbs affected slumber more;
Then my weary spright now longs to flye out of my troubled brest.
O come quickly sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.
2
Euer-blooming are the ioyes of Heau'ns high paradice,
Cold age deafes not there our eares, nor vapour dim
•
our eyes;
Glory there the Sun out-shines, whose beames the blessed onely se
•
▪
O come quickly glorious Lord, and raise my spright to the
•
.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide: He alone forgiue that can, Beares
Fee- ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride.
〈♫〉
the true soule of a man.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore, Then my weary spright now longs to flye
Neuer ty-red pilgrims limbs af- fected slumber more;
〈♫〉
out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WIse men patience neuer want, Good men
Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of re-
〈♫〉
pit- ty cannot hide, He alone forgiue that can, Beares
uenge, the poorest pride;
〈♫〉
the true soule of a man.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing
Neuer ty-red pilgrims limbs af- fected
〈♫〉
bent to shore, Then my weary spright now longs to flie out
slumber more.
〈♫〉
of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly,
〈♫〉
O come quickly sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide. Hee alone forgiue that can, Beares
Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride;
〈♫〉
the true soule of a man.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore, Then my wea- ry spright now longs to
Neuer ty- red pilgrims limbs af- fected slumber more;
〈♫〉
flie out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, sweetest Lord, & take my soule to rest.
CANTVS. XII.
〈♫〉
LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sins thy due de-
The Lord ex- ceeds in mer- cy as in might; His ruth is greater though thy
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
struction threat? Repentance need not fear the heau'ns iust rod, It staies eu'n thun- der in the hand of God.
Crimes be great.
〈♫〉
1
Lift vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright,
What though thy sinnes thy due destruction threat?
The Lord exceedes in mercy as in might;
His ru
•
h is greater though thy crimes be great.
Repentance needes not feare the heau'ns iust rod,
It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God.
2
With chearefull voyce to him then cry for grace,
Thy Faith▪ and fainting Hope, with Prayer reuiue;
Remorce for all that truely mourne hath place;
Not God, but men of him themselues depriue;
Striue then, and hee will help; call him, hee'll heare;
The Sonne needes not the Fathers fury feare.
CANTVS. XIII.
〈♫〉
LOe, when back mine eye, pilgrim-like, I cast, what fearefull wayes I spye which
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
blinded I se- curely past?
〈♫〉
1
Loe, when backe mine eye,
Pilgrim-like, I cast,
What fearefull wayes I spye,
Which blinded I securely past?
2
But now heau'n hath drawne
From my browes that night;
As when the day doth dawne,
So cleares my long imprison'd sight.
3
Straight the caues of hell
Drest with flowres I see,
Wherein false pleasures dwell,
That winning most, most deadly be.
4
Throngs of masked Feinds,
Wing'd like Angels flye,
Eu'n in the gates of Friends;
In faire disguise blacke dangers lye.
5
Straight to Heau'n I rais'd
My restored sight▪
And with loud voyce I prais'd
The Lord of euer-during light.
6
And since I had stray'd
From his wayes so wide,
His grace I humble pray'd
Hence-forth to be my guard and guide.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sinnes thy due de-
The Lord ex-ceedes in mer- cy, as in might; His ruth is grea- ter though thy
〈♫〉
stru- ction threat? Repen- tance need not feare the heau'ns iust rod, It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God.
Crimes be great.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
LOe, when backe mine eye, pilgrime-like, I cast, What fearefull wayes I spye, which blinded I
〈♫〉
securely past?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy
The Lord exceedes in mer- cy
〈♫〉
heauy spright, What though t
•
y sins thy due de-
as in might; His ruth is greater though thy
〈♫〉
stru-ction threat? Repentance need not feare the
Crimes be great.
〈♫〉
heau'ns iust rod, It staies eu'n thunder in the hands
〈♫〉
of God.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
LOe, when backe mine eye, pilgrime-
〈♫〉
like, I cast, What fearefull wayes I spye, which blinded
〈♫〉
I securely past?
TENOR.
〈♫〉
LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sins thy due de- stru- ction
The Lord exceedes in mer- cy as in might; His ruth is greater though thy crimes be
〈♫〉
threat? Repentance neede not feare the heau'ns iust rod, It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God.
great.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
LOe, when back mine eie, pilgrim-like, I cast, What feareful waies I spie, which blinded I securely past?
CANTVS. XIIII.
〈♫〉
AS by the streames of Babi- lon, Farre from our natiue
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
soile we sat, Sweet Sion, thee we thought vp- on, And eu'ry thought a teare be- gat.
〈♫〉
1
As by the streames of Babilon,
Farre from our natiue soyle we sat,
Sweet Sion thee we thought vpon,
And cu'
•
y thought a teare begat.
2
Aloft the trees that spring vp there
Our silent Harps wee pensiue hung:
Said they that captiu'd vs, Let's heare
Some song which you in Sion sung.
3
Is then the song of our God fit
To be prophan'd in forraine land?
O Salem thee when I forget
Forget his skill may my right hand!
4
Fast to the roofe cleaue may my tongue
If mindelesse I of thee be found:
Or if when all my ioyes are sung
Ierusalem be not the ground.
5
Remember Lord how Edems race
Cryed in Ierusalems sad day,
Hurle downe her wals, her towres deface,
And stone and by stone all leuell lay.
6
Curst Babels seede for Salems sake
Iust ruine yet for thee remaines:
Blest shall they be thy babes that take,
And 'gainst the stones dash out their braines.
CANTVS. XV.
〈♫〉
SIng a song of ioy, praise our God with mirth, His flocke who can de-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
stroy, Is he not Lord of heau'n and earth?
〈♫〉
1
Sing a song of ioy,
P
•
ayse our God with mirth:
His flocke who can destroy?
Is hee not Lord of heau'n and earth?
2
Sing wee then secure,
Tuning well our strings:
With voyce as Eccho pure
Let vs renowne the King of Kings.
3
First who taught the day
From the East to rise:
Whom doth the Sunne obey
When in the Seas his glory dyes?
4
Hee the Starres directs,
That in order stand:
Who heau'n and earth protects,
But hee that fram'd them with his hand?
5
Angels round attend,
Wayting on his will:
Arm'd millions hee doth send,
To ayde the good, or plague the ill.
6
All that dread his Name,
And his Hests obserue,
His arme will shield from shame,
Their steps from truth shall neuer swer
•
e.
7
Let vs then reioyce,
Sounding loud his prayse:
So will hee heare our voyce,
And blesse on earth our peacefull dayes.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
AS by the streames of Ba- bi- lon, Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee we
〈♫〉
thought vpon, And euery thought a teare be- gat.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
SIng a song of ioy, Praise our God with mirth: His flocke who can destroy? Is hee not Lord
•
〈♫〉
of heau'n and earth?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
AS by the streames of Babilon,
〈♫〉
Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee
〈♫〉
wee thought vpon, And euery thought a teare begat.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
SIng a song of ioy, Praise our God with
〈♫〉
mirth: His flocke who can destroy? Is he not Lord of
〈♫〉
heau'n and earth?
TENOR.
〈♫〉
AS by the streames of Babilon, Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee wee
〈♫〉
thought vpon, And eu'ry thought a teare begat.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
SIng a song of ioy, praise our God with mirth, His flocke who can destroy? Is he not Lord of
〈♫〉
heau'n and earth?
CANTVS. XVI.
〈♫〉
AA- wake, awake, thou heauy spright, That sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Rise now and walke the waies of light: 'Tis not too late yet to be- gin. Seeke heauen earely,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Seeke it late true faith still findes an open gate.
〈♫〉
1
Awake, awake thou
•
e any spright,
That sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne;
Rise now and walke the wayes of light:
'Tis not too late yet to begin.
Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late;
True Faith still findes an open gate▪
2
Get vp, get vp thou leaden man,
Thy tracks to endlesse ioy, or paine,
Yeelds but the modell of a sp
••
,
Yet burnes out thy lifes lampe in vaine.
One minute bounds thy
〈◊〉
, or blisse,
Then watch, and labour while
〈…〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
AWake thou heauy spright, that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise now and walke the
〈♫〉
wayes of light; 'Tis not too - late yet to beginne. Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late, True Faith still finds an
〈♫〉
open open gate.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
AWake thou hea- uy spright,
〈♫〉
that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise
〈♫〉
now and walke the wayes of light; 'Tis not too late
〈♫〉
yet to be- ginne. Seeke, seeke heau'n eare- ly, seeke it
〈♫〉
late, True Faith still findes an open open gate.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
AWake thou heauy spright, that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise now, and walke the
〈♫〉
wayes of light; 'Tis not too late yet to be- ginne. Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late, True Faith still finds an
〈♫〉
open open gate.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
COme chearfull day, come chearfull day, come chearfull day, Part of my life to mee: For while thou view'st
〈♫〉
me with thy fa- ding light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I stil onward hast to my
〈♫〉
last night. Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye, So eu'ry day, so eu'ry day we liue, a day we dye.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
COme chearfull day,
repeat
part of my
〈♫〉
life to me: For while thou view'st me with thy fading,
〈♫〉
with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with
〈♫〉
thee, And I still onward hast to my last night. Times fatall
〈♫〉
wings doe euer forward flie, So eu'ry day wee liue,
〈♫〉
So eu'ry day we liue, a day, a day we dye.
1
Come chearfull day,
repeat
part of my life, to mee:
For while thou view'st me with thy fading light,
Part of my life doth still depart with thee,
And I still onward haste to my last night.
Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye,
•
o eu'ry day we liue, a day wee dye.
2
But O yee nights ordain'd for barren rest,
How are my dayes depriu'd of life in you,
When heauy sleepe my soule hath dispossest,
By fayned death life sweetly to renew?
Part of my life in that you life denye,
So eu'ry day we liue a day wee dye.
CANTVS. XVII.
〈♫〉
COme chearfull day, Come chearfull day, part of my life to me: For while thou
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
view'st me with thy fa- ding light, Part of my life doth stil depart with thee, And I stil onward hast to my last night,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Times fatall wings doe euer forward flie, So eu'ry day, so eu'ry day we liue, we liue, a day wee dye.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
SEeke the Lord, and in his wayes per- se- uer: O faint not, but as Eagles flye, For
〈♫〉
his steepe hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and tri- umph e- uer.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
SEeke the Lord, and in his wayes perseuer:
〈♫〉
O Faint not, but as Eagles flye, For his, for his steepe
〈♫〉
hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and
〈♫〉
triumph euer.
CANTVS. XVIII.
〈♫〉
SEeke the Lord, and in his waies per-seuer: O faint not, but as Eagles
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
flye, For his steep hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and tri-umph e- uer.
〈♫〉
1
Seeke the Lord, and in his wayes perseuer:
O faint not, but as Eagles flye,
For his steepe hill is high;
Then striuing gaine the top, and triumph euer.
2
When with glory there thy browes are crowned,
New ioyes so shall abound in thee,
Such fights thy soule shall see,
That worldly thoughts shall by their beames be drowned.
3
Farewell World, thou masse of meere confusion,
False light with many shadowes d
•
mm'd,
Old Witch with new foyles trimm'd,
Thou deadly sleepe of soule, and charm'd illusion.
4
I the King will seeke of Kings adored,
Spring of light, tree of grace and blisse,
Whose fruit so sou'raigne is,
That all who taste it are from death restored.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
LIghten heauy heart thy spright, The ioyes recall that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some liuing
〈♫〉
light, The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy ioylesse minde
〈♫〉
Sloth the worst and best confounds, It is the ruine of mankinde.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
LIghten heauy heart thy spright, The
〈♫〉
ioyes recall that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some
〈♫〉
liuing light, The man that nothing doth is dead.
〈♫〉
Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy
〈♫〉
ioylesse minde, Sloth the worst and best confounds,
〈♫〉
It is the ruine of mankinde.
1
Lighten heauy hart thy spright,
The ioyes recall that thence are fled:
Yeeld thy brest some liuing light,
The man that nothing doth is dead.
Tune thy temper to these sounds,
And quicken so thy ioylesse minde;
Sloth the worst and best confounds,
It is the ruine of mankinde.
2
From her caue rise all distasts,
Which
•
aresolu'd Despaire pursues,
Whom soone after Violence hasts
Her selfe vngratefull to abuse.
Skies are clear'd with stirring windes,
Th'vnmoued water moorish growes;
Eu'ry eye much pleasure findes
To view a streame that brightly flowes.
CANTVS XIX.
〈♫〉
LIighten heauy hart thy spright, The ioies recal that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
li- uing light, The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
ioylesse mind, Sloth the worst and best con- founds, It is the ruine of mankinde.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
IAcke and Ione they thinke no ill, But lo- uing liue and merry still, Skip and trip it on the
Doe their weeke daies work and pray Deuout- ly on the holly day, Lash out at a Country
〈♫〉
greene, And help to chuse the Summer Queene.
Feast Their sil- uer pen- ny with the best.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
IAcke and Ione they thinke no ill, But louing
Doe their week dayes worke and pray Deuoutly
〈♫〉
liue and merry still, Skip and trip it on the greene, And
on the holly day, Lash out at a Country Feast Their
〈♫〉
help to chuse the Summer Queene.
sil- uer pen- ny with the best.
1
Iacke and Ione they thinke no ill,
But louing liue, and merry still:
Doe their weeke dayes worke and pray
Deuotely on the holy day:
Skip and trip it on the greene,
And helpe to chuse the Summer Queene:
Lash out at a Country Feast
Their siluer penny with the best.
2
Well can they iudge of nappy Ale
And tell at large a Winter tale:
Climbe vp to the Apple loft,
And turne the Crabs till they be soft.
Tib is all the fathers ioy,
And little T
••
the mothers boy:
All their pleasure is content,
And care to pay their yearely rent.
3
I
•
u
•
can call by name her Cowes,
And decke her windowes with greene bough
••
Shee can wreathes and
•
u
•
ryes make,
And trimme with plums a Bridall Cake.
Iacke knowes what brings gaine or losse,
And his long Flaile can stoutly tosse,
Make the hedge which others breake,
And euer thinkes what he doth speake.
4
Now you Courtly Dames and Knights,
That study onely strange delights,
Though y
••
scorne the home-spun gray,
And reuell in your rich array,
Though your tongues dissemble deepe,
And can your heads from danger keepe;
Yet for all your pompe and traine,
Securer liues the silly Swaine.
CANTVS. XX.
〈♫〉
IAcke and Ione they think no ill, But lo- uing liue and merry still,
Doe thier weeke daies worke and pray De-uout- ly on the holly day.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Skip and trip it on the greene. And helpe to chuse the Summer Queene.
Lash out at a Country Feast Their sil- uer pen- ny with the best.
〈♫〉
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
CANTVS. XXI.
〈♫〉
ALL lookes be pale, harts cold as stone, For Hally now is dead and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
gone, Hally in whose sight, Most sweet sight, All the earth late tooke de- light. Eu'ry eye
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
weepe with me, weepe with me, weepe with me, Ioyes drown'd in teares must be, ioyes drown'd in teares must be.
〈♫〉
1
All lookes be pale, harts cold as stone,
For Hally now is dead, and gone,
Hally in whose sight,
Most sweet sight,
All the earth late tooke delight.
Eu'ry eye weepe with m
•
e,
Ioyes drown'd in teares must be.
2
His Iu'ry skin, his comely hayre,
His Rosie cheekes so cleare, and faire:
Eyes that once did grace
His bright face,
Now in him all want their place,
Eyes and hearts weepe with mee,
For who so kinde as hee?
3
His youth was like an Aprill flowre,
Adorn'd with beauty, loue, and powre,
Glory strow'd his way,
Whose wreaths gay
Now are all turn'd to decay.
Then againe weepe with mee,
None feele more cause then wee.
4
No more may his wisht sight returne,
His golden Lampe no more can burne;
Quencht is all his flame,
His hop't fame
Now hath left him nought but name.
For him all weepe with mee,
Since more him none shall see.
TO THE RIGHT NOBLE, AND VERTVOVS, HENRY Lord CLIFFORD, Sonne and Heyre to the Right Honourable, FRANCIS, Earle of CVMBERLAND.
SVch dayes as weare the badge of holy red,
Are for deuotion markt, and sage delight;
The vulgar Low-dayes vndistinguished,
Are left for labour, games, and sportfull sights.
This seu'rall and so diff'ring vse of Time,
VVithin th'enclosure of one weeke wee finde,
VVhich I resemble in my Notes and Rime,
Expressing both in their peculiar kinde.
Pure Hymnes, such as the seauenth day loues, doe leade,
Graue age did iustly chalenge those of mee:
These weeke-day workes in order that succeede,
Your youth best fits, and yours yong Lord they be:
As hee is, who to them their beeing gaue,
If th'one, the other you of force must haue:
Your Honors, THOMAS CAMPIAN.
To the READER.
THat holy Hymnes with Louers cares are knit
Both in one Quire here, thou maist think't vnfit;
Why do'st not blame the Stationer as well,
Who in the same Shop sets all sorts to sell?
Diuine with stiles prophane, graue shelu'd with vaine;
And some matcht worse, yet none of him complaine.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
VAine men whose follies make a God of Loue, Whose blindnesse beau- ty
Praise not what de-sire, but what you proue, Count those things good that
〈♫〉
doth immortal deem. I cānot cal her true that's false to me, Nor make of women more thē women be.
are, not those ye seem.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
VAine men whose follies make a God
Praise not what you de- sire, but what
〈♫〉
of Loue, Whose blind- nesse beau- ty doth im-
you proue, Count those things good that are, not
〈♫〉
mor-tall deeme. I cannot call her true that's false to
those that seeme.
〈♫〉
me, Nor make of women more then women be,
1
Vaine men whose follies make a God of Loue,
Whose blindnesse beauty doth immortall deeme,
Prayse not what you desire, but what you proue,
Count those things good that are, not those that seeme.
I cannot call her true that's false to me,
Nor make of women more then women be.
2
How faire an entrance breakes the way to loue?
How rich of golden hope, and gay delight?
What hart cannot a modest beauty moue?
Who seeing cleare day once will dreame of night?
Shee seem'd a Saint that brake her faith with mee,
But prou'd a woman as all other be.
3
So bitter is their sweet, that true content
Vnhappy men in them may neuer finde,
Ah but without them none; both must consent,
Else vncouth are they ioyes of eyther kinde.
Let vs then prayse their good, forget their ill,
Men must be men, and women women still.
CANTVS. I.
〈♫〉
VAine men whose fol- lies make a God of Loue,
Prayse not what you de- sire, but what you proue,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Whose blindnesse beau- ty doth im- mortall deeme. I cannot call her true that's false to
Count those things good that are, not those that seeme.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
me, Nor make of women more then women be.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
HOw eas'- ly wert thou chained, Fond hart by fauours fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in grace,
But since th'art now be- guiled, By some that falsly smiled, In some lesse hap-py place
〈♫〉
straight to dye, straight to dye dis- dained? My loue still here en- crea- seth, And with my loue my
mourne alone, mourne alone ex- i- led. Yet 'tis no woman leaues me, For such may proue vn-
〈♫〉
griefe, While her sweet bounty cea- seth, That gaue my woes reliefe.
iust, A Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose faith who could mistrust?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
HOw eas' -ly wert
But since th'art now
〈♫〉
thou chained, Fond hart by fauours
be- guiled, By Loue that falsly
〈♫〉
fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in grace,
smiled, In some lesse hap-py place
〈♫〉
straight to die, straight to die disdained?
mourne alone, mourn alone ex-i-led.
〈♫〉
My loue still here in- crea- seth,
Yet 'tis no woman leaues me:
〈♫〉
And with my loue my griefe, While
For such may proue vn-iust, A
〈♫〉
her sweet bounty cea-seth, That
Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose
〈♫〉
•
a
•
e my woes reliefe.
faith who could mistrust?
CANTVS. II.
〈♫〉
HOw eas'- ly wert thou chained, Fond hart by fauours fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in
But since th'art now be- guiled, By Loue that falsely smiled, In some lesse happy
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
grace, straight to die, straight to die disdai- ned? My loue stil here en- crea-seth, & with my loue my grief, While
place, mourne alone, mourne alone ex-i- led. Yet 'tis no woman leaues me, for such may proue vn-iust, A
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
her sweet bounty cea-seth, That gaue my woes reliefe.
Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose faith who could mistrust?
〈♫〉
1
How eas'ly wert thou chained
Fond hart by fauours fained?
Why liu'd thy hopes in grace,
Straight to dye disdained?
But since th'art now beguiled
By Loue that falsely smiled:
In some lesse happy place
Mourne alone exiled.
My loue still here increaseth,
And with my loue my griefe,
While her sweet bounty ceaseth
That gaue my woes reliefe.
Yet 'tis no woman leaues me,
For such may proue vniust,
A Goddesse thus deceiues me
Whose faith who could mistrust?
2
A Goddesse to much graced,
That Paradice is placed
In her most heau'nly brest,
Once by loue embraced;
But loue that so kinde proued
Is now from her remoued,
Nor will he longer rest
Where no faith is loued.
If Powres Celestiall wound vs,
And will not yeeld relie
•
e,
Wo thē must needs con
•
ound vs,
For none can cure ou
•
griefe.
No wonder if I languish
Through burden o
•
my smart,
It is no common anguish
From Paradice to part.
CONTRATENOR.
〈♫〉
HAr- den now thy ty- red hart with more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false teares hence-
Once true hap-py daies thou saw'st, when she stood firme and kinde: Both as one then liu'd, and
〈♫〉
forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright houres be fled and neuer may returne,
held one eare, one tongue, one minde.
〈♫〉
What then remaines but her vntruths to mourne?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
HAr- den now thy ty- red hart with
Once true hap- py daies thou saw'st, when
〈♫〉
more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false tears hence-
shee stood firm & kinde: Both as one then liu'd, and
〈♫〉
forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright
held one eare, one toung, one minde.
〈♫〉
houres be fled, and neuer may returne: What then re-
〈♫〉
maines, but her, but her vntruths to mourne?
1
Harden now thy tyred hart with more then flinty rage;
Ne'er let her false teares henceforth thy constant griefe asswage.
Once true happy dayes thou saw'st, when shee stood firme and kinde:
Both as one then liu'd, and held one care, one tongue, one minde.
But now those bright houres be fled, and neuer may returne:
What then remaines, but her vntruths to mourne?
2
Silly Tray-tresse who shall now thy carelesse tresses place▪
Who thy pretty talke supply? whose eare thy musicke grace?
Who shall thy bright eyes admire? what lips triumph with thine?
Day by day who'll visit thee, and say th'art onely mine?
Such a time there was God wot, but such shall neuer be,
Too oft I feare thou wilt remember me.
CANTVS. III.
〈♫〉
HAr- den now thy ty- red hart, with more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false
Once true hap- py daies thou saw'st, when shee stood firme & kinde: Both as one then
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
teares hence-forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright houres be fled, and neuer may returne.
liu'd and held one eare▪ one tongue, one minde.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
What then re- maynes▪ but her vntruths to mourne?
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
O What vnhop't for sweet supply, O what ioyes exceeding▪ That which I long de-
What an af- fecting charme feele I From de- light proceeding?
〈♫〉
spair'd to be, To her I am, to her I am, and shee, and shee, and shee to mee.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
O What vnhop't for
What an af- fecting
〈♫〉
sweet supply, O what ioyes ex-ceeding
•
charme feele I From de- light proceeding?
〈♫〉
That which I long despair'd to be, To her I
〈♫〉
am, and shee, and shee to mee.
CANTVS IIII.
〈♫〉
O What vnhop't for sweet supply, O what ioyes ex- ceeding
•
What an af- fecting charme feele I From de- light pro- ceeding?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
That which I long de- spair'd to be, to her I am, to her I am, and shee, and she to me.
〈♫〉
1
O what vnhop't for sweet supply!
O what ioyes exceeding!
What an affecting charme feele I
From delight proceeding?
That which I long despair'd to be,
To her I am, and shee to mee.
2
Shee that alone in cloudy griefe
Long to mee appeared;
Shee now alone with bright reliefe,
All those clouds hath cleared.
Both are immortall, and diuine,
Since I am hers, and she as mine.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHere shee her sacred bowre a- dornes, the Ri- uers clearely flow. Her Sun-like beau- ty
The groues and medowes swel with flowres, the windes all gently blow. Who then can blame the
〈♫〉
shines so faire, her spring can neuer fade.
life that striues to har-bour in her shade?
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WHere shee her sacred bowre a-
The groues & medowes swell with
〈♫〉
dornes, the Ri- uers clearely flow: Her Sun-
flowres, the winds all gently blow: Who then
〈♫〉
like beau- ty shines so faire, her spring can
can blame the life that striues to har-bour
〈♫〉
neuer fade.
in her shade?
CANTVS. V.
〈♫〉
WHere shee her sacred bowre a- dornes▪ the Ri- uers clearly flowe:
The groues and medowes swell with flowres, the windes all gently blow:
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Her Sunne-like beau- ty shines so faire her spring can ne- uer fade.
Who then can blame the life that striues to harbour in her shade?
〈♫〉
1
Where shee her sacred bowre adornes
The Riuers clearely flow:
The groues and medowes swell with flowres,
The windes all gently blow.
Her Sunne-like beauty shines so fayre
Her Spring can neuer fade:
Who then can blame the life that striues
The harbour in her shade?
2
Her grace I sought, her loue I wooed;
Her loue though I obtaine,
No time, no toyle, no vow, no faith
Her wished grace can gaine.
Yet truth can tell my heart is hers,
And her will I adore:
And from that loue when I depart
Let heau'n view me no more.
Her roses with my prayes shall spring,
And when her trees I praise,
Their boughs shall blossome, mellow fruit
Shall straw her pleasant wayes.
The words of harty zeale haue powre
High wonders to effect;
O why should then her Princely eare
My words, or zeale neglect?
If shee my faith misdeemes, or worth,
Woe-worth my haplesse fa
•
e:
For though time can my truth reueale,
That time will come too late.
And who can glory in the worth,
That cannot yeeld him grace?
Content in eu'ry thing is not,
Nor ioy in eu'ry place.
But from her bowre of Ioy since I
Must now excluded be:
And shee will not relieue my cares
Which none can helpe but shee:
My comfort in her loue shall dwell,
Her loue lodge in my brest;
And though not in her bowre, yet I
Shall in her temple rest.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
FAine would I my loue disclose, Aske what honour might denye. Worse then paine is feare to
But both loue and her I lose, From my motion if she flye. If not happy safe Ile
〈♫〉
me, Then hold in fan- cy though it burne.
be, And to my clostred cares returne.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
FAine would I my loue dis-
But both loue and her I
〈♫〉
close, Aske what honour might de-nie.
lose, From my motion if she flye.
〈♫〉
Worse then paine is feare to me, Then hold in
If not happy safe Ile be, And to my
〈♫〉
fan- cy though it burne.
clostred care returne
CANTVS. VI.
〈♫〉
FAine would I my loue disclose, Aske what honour might de- nie.
But both loue and her I lose, From my motion if she flie.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Worse then paine is feare to me, Then hold in fan- cy, though it burne.
If not happy safe Ile be, And to my clo-stred cares returne.
〈♫〉
1
Faine would I my loue disclose,
Aske what honour might denye;
But both loue and her I lose,
From my motion if shee flye.
Worse then paine is feare to mee,
Then hold in fancy though it burne;
If not happy, safe Ile be,
And to my clostred cares returne.
2
Yet, ô yet in vaine I striue
To represse my school'd desire,
More and more the flames reuiue,
I consume in mine owne fire.
She would pitty might shee know
The harmes that I for her endure:
Speake then, and get comfort so,
A wound long hid growes most recure.
3
Wise shee is, and needs must know
All th'attempts that beauty moues:
Fayre she is, and honour'd so,
That she sure hath tryed some loues.
If with loue I tempt her then,
'Tis but her due to be desir'd:
What would women thinke of men,
If their deserts were not admir'd?
4
Women courted haue the hand
To discard what they distaste;
But those Dames whom none demand,
Want oft what their wil
•
imbrac't.
Could their firmnesse iron excell,
As they are faire they should be sought;
When true theeues vse falsehood well,
As they are wise they will be caught.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
GIue beauty all her right, shee's not to one forme t
•
ed: Each shape yeelds faire delight, where
〈♫〉
her perfections bide. Hellen I grant might pleasing be, And Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as sweet, was as sweet,
〈♫〉
was as sweet as she.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
GIue beauty all her right,
〈♫〉
shee's not to one forme tied: Each shape yeelds
〈♫〉
faire de- light, where her perfections bide.
〈♫〉
Hellen I grant might pleasing be, And
〈♫〉
Ros'mond, and Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as
〈♫〉
sweet, was as sweet, as sweet as shee.
CANTVS. VII.
〈♫〉
GIue beauty all her right, shee's not to one forme tyed: Each shape yeelds faire delight,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
where her perfections bide. Hellen I grant might plea- sing be▪ And Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as sweet,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
was as sweet, was as sweet as she.
〈♫〉
1
Giue beauty all her right▪
Shees not to one forme tyed:
Each shape yeelds faire delight
Where her perfections bide:
Hellen I grant might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as shee.
2
Some the quicke eye commends,
Some smelling lips and red:
Pale lookes haue many friends,
Through sacred sweetnesse bred
Medowes haue flowres that pleasure moue,
Though Roses are the flowres of loue.
3
Free beauty is not bound
To one vnmoued clime,
She visits eu'ry ground,
And fauours eu'ry time.
Let the old loues with mine compare,
My sou'raigne is as sweet, and fayre.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
O Deare that I with thee might liue, From humane trace re- mo- ued: While fond
Where iea- lous care might ney- ther grieue, Yet each dote on their lo- ued.
〈♫〉
feare may colour finde Loue's seldome plea- sed: But much like a sickemans rest it's soone disea- sed.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
O Deare that I with thee might
Where iea- lous care might neyther
〈♫〉
liue, From humane trace re- moued: While fond
grieue, Yet each dote on their loued.
〈♫〉
feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased:
〈♫〉
But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.
CANTVS. VIII.
〈♫〉
O Deare that I with thee might liue, From humane trace re- moued:
Where iea- lous care might neyther grieue, Yet each dote on their loued.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
While fond feare may co- lour finde, Loue's seldome pleased: But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.
〈♫〉
1
O deare that I with thee might liue,
From humane trace remoued:
Where iealous care might neither grieue,
Yet each dote on their loued.
While fond feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased:
But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.
2
Why should our mindes not mingle so,
When loue and faith is plighted▪
That eyther might the others know,
Alike in all delighted?
Why should frailtie breed suspect when hearts are fixed?
Must all humane ioyes of force with griefe be mixed?
3
How oft haue wee eu'n smilde in teares
Our fond mistrust repenting?
As snow when heau'nly fire appeares,
So melts loues hate relenting.
Vexed kindnesse soone fals off, and soone returneth:
Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
GOod men shew if you can tell, Farre and neere her would I seeke, So vex'd with
Where doth humane Pit- ty dwell. Shee they say to all is meek, And one- ly
〈♫〉
sor- row is my brest.
makes th'vn-happy blest.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
GOod men shew if
Where doth hu- mane
〈♫〉
you can tell, Far and neere her would I
Pit- ty dwel. She they say to all is
〈♫〉
seeke, So vex'd with sor- row is my brest.
meeke, And one- ly makes th'vnhappy blest.
CANTVS. IX.
〈♫〉
GOod men shew if you can tell, Farre and neere her would
Where doth humane pit- ty dwell? She they say to all
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
I seeke, So vex'd with sor- row is my brest.
is meeke, And one- ly makes th'vn happy blest.
〈♫〉
1
Good men shew, if you can tell,
Where doth humane pittie dwell?
Farre and neere her would I seeke,
So vext with sorrow is my brest,
She (they say) to all is meeke,
And onely makes th'vnhappie blest.
2
Oh! if such a Saint there be,
Some hope yet remaines for me:
Prayer or sacrifice may gaine
From her implored grace reliefe,
To release mee of my paine,
Or at the least to ease my griefe.
3
Young am I, and farre from guile,
The more is my woe the while:
Falshood with a smooth disguise
My simple meaning hath abus'd,
Casting mists before mine eyes,
By which my senses are confus'd.
4
Faire he is who vow'd to me,
That he onely mine would be:
But alas, his minde is caught
With eu'ry gaudie bait he sees.
And too late my flame is taught
That too much kindnesse makes men freese.
5
From me all my friends are gone,
While I pine for him alone,
And not one will rue my case,
But rather my distresse deride,
That I thinke there is no place
Where pittie euer yet did bide.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHat har- uest halfe so sweet is, as still to reape the kis- ses growne in sow-ing?
And straight to be re- cei- uer of that which thou art gi- uer rich in bestow-ing?
〈♫〉
Kiss
•
then my har- uest Queen, full gar- ners hea- ping; Kisses ripest when th'are green, want only rea- ping.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WHat har- uest halfe so sweet is,
And straight to be re- cei-uer
〈♫〉
As still to reape the kisses grown ripe in sowing?
Of that which thou art giuer rich in bestowing?
〈♫〉
Kisse then my haruest Queene, full garners heaping.
〈♫〉
Kisses ripest when th'are greene, want only reaping.
CANTVS. X.
〈♫〉
WHat har- uest half so sweet is. As stil to reape the kisses grown ripe in sowing?
And straight be re- ceiuer Of y• which thou art giuer, rich in bestowing?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Kisse then my har- uest Queen, ful Gar- ners heaping; Kisses ripest when th'are green, want on- ly reaping.
〈♫〉
1
What haruest halfe so sweet is,
As still to reape the kisses
Growne ripe in sowing?
And straight to be receiuer
Of that which thou art giuer,
Rich in bestowing?
Kisse then my haruest Queene,
full garners heaping;
Kisses ripest when th are greene,
want onely reaping.
2
The Doue alone expresses
Her feruencie in kisses,
Of all most louing:
A creature as offencelesse,
As those things that are sencelesse,
And void of mouing▪
Let vs so loue and kisse,
Though all enuie vs:
That which kinde, and harmlesse is,
None can denie vs.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
SWeet exclude me not, nor be di- uided From him that ere long must bed thee: Presume
All thy maiden doubts law hath de- cided, Sure wee are, and I must wed thee.
〈♫〉
thē yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, a little more. Here's the way, the way, the way, bar not the dore.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
SWeet exclude mee not, nor be diuided
All thy mayden doubts law hath decided;
〈♫〉
From him that ere long must bed thee: Presume then
Sure wee are, and I must wed thee.
〈♫〉
yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, a
〈♫〉
little more. Here here's the way, the way, bar not the dore.
1
Sweet exclude mee not, nor be divided
From him that ere long must bed thee:
All thy maiden doubts Law hath decided;
Sure wee are, and I must wed thee.
Presume then yet a little more,
Here's the way, barre not the dore.
2
Tenants to fulfill their Land-lords pleasure
Pay their rent before the quarter:
'Tis my case, if you it rightly measure,
Put mee not then off with laughter.
Consider then a little more,
Here's the way to all my store.
3
Why were dores in loues despight deuised?
Are not Lawes enough restrayning?
Women are most apt to be surprised
Sleeping, or sleepe wisely fayning.
Then grace me yet a little more,
Here's the way, barre not the dore.
CANTVS. XI.
〈♫〉
SWeet exclude mee not, nor be de- ui- ded From him that ere long must
All thy mayden doubts law hath de- ci-ded, Sure wee are, and I must
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
bed thee: Presume then yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a lit- tle more.
wed thee.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Here's the way, the way, the way, barre not the dore.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
THe peacefull Westerne winde the Win- ter stormes hath tam'd: The forward buds so sweetly
And Nature in each kinde the kinde heat hath in- flam'd.
〈♫〉
breathe out of their earthly bowres, That heau'n which viewes their pomp beneath would faine be deckt with flowres.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
THe peacefull Westerne
And Nature in each
〈♫〉
winde the Win- ter stormes hath tam'd:
kinde the kinde heate hath in- flam'd.
〈♫〉
The forward buds so sweetly breathe out of
〈♫〉
their earthly bowres, That heau'n which
〈♫〉
viewes their pompe beneath, would faine be
〈♫〉
deckt with flowres.
CANTVS. XII.
〈♫〉
THe peacefull westerne winde the win- ter storms hath tam'd. The forward buds so
And na-ture in each kinde the kind heat hath in- flam'd.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
sweetly breath out of their earthly bowrs, That heau'n which views their pomp beneath wold faine be deckt wt flowres.
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1
The peacefull westerne winde
The winter stormes hath tam'd,
And nature in each kinde
The kinde heat hath inflam'd.
The forward buds so sweetly breathe
Out of their earthy bowers,
That heav'n which viewes their pompe beneath,
Would faine be deckt with flowers.
2
See how the morning smiles
On her bright easterne hill,
And with soft steps beguiles
Them that lie slumbring still.
The musicke-louing birds are come
From cliffes and rockes vnknowne;
To see the trees and briers blome,
That late were ouer-flowne.
3
What Saturne did destroy,
Loues Que
•
ne reuiues againe;
And now her naked boy
Doth in the fields remaine:
Where he such pleasing change doth view
In ev'ry liuing thing,
As if the world were borne anew,
To gratifie the Spring.
4
If all things life present,
Why die my comforts then?
Why suffers my content?
Am I the worst of men?
O beautie, be not thou accus'd?
Too iustly in this case:
Vnkindly if true loue be vs'd.
'Twill yeeld thee little grace,
ALTVS.
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THere is none, O none but you, that from mee estrange your sight, Whom mine eyes af-
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fect to view or
•
hained eares heare with delight.
BASSVS.
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THere is none, O none but you,
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That from mee estrange your sight, Whom mine
〈♫〉
eyes affect to view, or chained eares heare
〈♫〉
with delight.
CANTVS. XIII.
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THere is none, O none but you, that from mee estrange your sight,
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Whom mine eyes af- fect to view or chained eares heare with delight.
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1
There is none, O none but you
That from mee estrange your sight,
Whom mine eyes affect to view,
Or chained eares heare with delight.
2
Other beauties others moue,
In you I
•
ll graces finde:
Such is the effect of loue,
To make them happy that are kinde.
3
Women in fraile beauty trust,
Onely seeme you faire to mee,
Yet proue truely kinde and iust,
For that may not dissembled be.
4
Sweet afford mee then your sight,
That surveying all your lookes,
Endlesse volumes I may write,
And fill the world with enuyed bookes.
5
Which when after ages view,
All shall wonder, and despaire,
Woman to finde man so true,
Or man a woman halfe so faire.
ALTVS.
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PIn'd I am and like to dye, And all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry day re- fuse:
If I musing sit or stand, Some puts it daily in my hand to in- ter- rupt my Muse.
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The same thing I seeke and flye, And want that which none would denye.
BASSVS.
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PIn'd I am and like to dye, And
If I musing sit or stand, Some
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all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry
puts it daily in my hand to in- ter-
〈♫〉
day re- fuse: That same thing I seeke and flye, And
rupt my Muse.
〈♫〉
want that which none would denie.
CANTVS. XIIII.
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PIn'd I am, and like to dye, And all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry, day re- fuse:
If I musing sit or stand, Some puts it daily in my hand to in- ter- rupt my Muse.
〈♫〉
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The same thing I seeke and flye, And want that which none would deny.
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1
Pin'd I am, and like to die,
And all for lacke of that which I
Doe eu'ry day refuse.
If I musing sit, or stand,
Some puts it daily in my hand,
To interrupt my muse.
The same thing I seeke, and flie,
And want that which none would denie.
2
In my bed when I should rest,
It breeds such trouble in my brest,
That scarce
•
ine eyes will close:
If I sleepe, it seemes to be
Oft playing in the bed with me,
But wak't away it goes.
Tis some spirit sure I weene,
And yet it may be felt, and seene.
3
Would I had the heart, and wit,
To make it stand, and coniure it
That haunts me thus wi
•
h teare.
Doubtlesse tis some harmlesse spright,
For it by day, as well as night,
Is ready to appeare.
Be it friend, or be it foe,
Ere long Ile trie what it will doe.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
SO ma- ny loues haue I negle- cted, whose good parts might moue mee: Why is
That now I liue of all reje- cted, there is none will loue mee. Looseth
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mayden heate so coy? it freezeth when it bur- neth, it burneth;
what it might in-ioy, and hauing lost it mour- neth, it mourneth.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
SO many loues haue I neg-
That now I liue of all re-
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lected, whose good parts might moue mee:
jected, there is none will loue mee.
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Why is mayden heate so coy? it freezeth
Looseth what it might inioy, and hauing
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when it burneth;
lost it mourneth.
CANTVS. XV.
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SO many loues haue I neg- le- cted, whose good parts might moue mee:
That now I liue of all re- je- cted, there is none will loue mee.
〈♫〉
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Why is mayden heate so coy? it freezeth when it bur- neth;
Looseth what it might in- ioy, and hauing lost it mour- neth.
〈♫〉
1
So many loues haue I neglected,
Whose good parts might moue mee;
That now I liue of all rejected,
There is none will loue me▪
Why is mayden heate so coy?
It freezeth when it burneth;
Looseth what it might inioy,
And hauing lost it mourneth.
2
Should I then wooe that haue beene wooed,
Seeking them that flye mee?
When I my faith with teares haue vowed,
And when all denye mee,
Who will pitty my disgrace,
Which loue might haue preuented?
There is no submissio
•
•
ase
Where error is repented.
3
O happy men whose hopes are licenc'd
To discourse their passion:
While women are confin'd to silence,
Loosing wisht occasion.
Yet our tongues then theirs, men say,
Are apter to be mouing:
Women are more dumbe then they,
But in their thoughts more mouing.
4
When I compare my former strangenesse
With my present doting,
I pitty men that speake in plainenesse,
Their true hearts deuoting,
While wee with repentance lest
At their submissiue passion:
Maydes I see are neuer blest
That strange be but for fashion.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
THough your strangenesse frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: If another you affect,
You per- swade mee 'tis but Art That se-cret loue must faine.
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'Tis but a shew t' auoid suspect. Is this faire excusing? O no, all is a- busing.
BASSVS.
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THough your strangenesse
You per- swade me
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frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine:
'tis but Art That se-cret loue must faine.
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If another you affect, 'Tis but a shew
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t'auoid suspect, Is this faire excusing? O
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no, all is abusing.
CANTVS. XVI.
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THough your strangenesse frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: If another
You per- swade me, 'tis but Art That se- cret loue must faine.
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you affect, T'is but a shew t'auoid su- spect, Is this faire excusing? O no, all is a- busing.
〈♫〉
1
Though your strangenesse frets my hart,
Yet may not I complaine:
You perswade me 'tis but Art
That secret loue must faine,
If another you affect,
T'is but a shew t'auoid suspect,
Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.
2
Your wisht sight if I desire,
Suspitions you pretend,
Causelesse you your selfe retire
While I in vaine attend:
This a Louer whets you say,
Still made more eager by delay.
Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.
3
When another holds your hand,
You sweare I hold your hart:
When my Riuals close doe stand,
And I sit farre apart,
I am neerer yet then they,
Hid in your bosome, as you say.
Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.
4
Would my Riual then I were,
Some els your secret friend:
So much lesser should I feare,
And not so much attend.
They enioy you eu'ry one,
Yet I must seeme your friend alone,
Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
COme a- way, come away, arm'd with loues delights, Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee, When
〈♫〉
loue and longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the promis'd houre is wel nye
〈♫〉
spent, And plea- sure being too much deferr'd looseth her best content.
BASSVS.
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COme a- way arm'd with loues delights,
〈♫〉
Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee when loue and
〈♫〉
longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly,
〈♫〉
come, the promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, and pleasure
〈♫〉
being too much deferr'd loo- seth her best content.
1
Come away, arm'd with lo
•
es delights,
Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee,
When loues longing fights
They must the sticklers be.
Come quickly, come, the promis'd houre is wel-nye spent,
And pleasures being too much deferr'd, looseth her best content.
2
Is shee come? O how neare is shee?
How farre yet from this friendly place?
How many steps from me?
When shall I her imbrace?
These armes Ile spred which onely at her sight shall close,
Attending as the starry flowre, that the Suns noone-tide knowes.
CANTVS. XVII.
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COme away, come away, arm'd with loues de- lights, Thy sprightfull graces
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
bring with thee, When loue and longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, And pleasure being too much deferr'd looseth her best contents.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
COme you pret ty false-ey'd wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smi- ling: No, you mockt me th'other
Think you to e- scape me now with slip- ry words begui- ling?
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day, when you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you, now Ile clip your wings for fly- ing:
Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you so from cry- ing.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
COme you pretty false-ey'd
Think you to escape me
〈♫〉
wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smiling:
now, with slip- ry words beguiling?
〈♫〉
No, you mockt me th'other day, when
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you got loose, you fled away: But since
Smothring
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I haue caught
•
ou, now Ile clip your
kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you
〈♫〉
wings for flying:
so from crying.
CANTVS XVIII.
〈♫〉
COme you pretty false-ey'd wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smiling: No, you mockt me th'other
Thinke you to escape mee now with slip- ry words beguiling?
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
day, when you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you, now Ile clip your wings for flying:
Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you so from crying.
〈♫〉
1
Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton,
Leaue your crafty smiling:
Thinke you to escape me now,
With slipp'ry words beguiling?
No, you mockt me th'other day,
When you got loose you fled away:
But since I haue caught you now,
Ile clip your wings for flying:
Smothring kisses fast Ile heape,
And keepe you so from crying.
2
Sooner may you count the starres
And number hayle downe pouring;
Tell the O siers of the Te
••••
,
Or Goodwi
•
s Sands deuouring:
Then the thicke-show
•
'd kisses here,
Which now thy tyred lips must beare;
Such a haruest neuer was,
So rich and full of pleasure;
But 'tis spent as soone as reapt,
So trustlesse is loues treasure.
3
Would it were dumb midnight now,
When all the world lyes sleeping:
Would this place some Desert were,
Which no man hath in keeping.
My desires should then be safe,
And when you cry'd then would I laugh,
But if ought might breed offence,
Loue onely should be blamed:
I would liue your seruant still,
And you my Saint vnnamed.
CANTVS. XIX.
〈♫〉
A Secret loue or two I must confesse, I kinde- ly welcome for
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
change in close playing, Yet my deare Husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole or halfe quickly al-
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
laying, At all times ready to offer redresse, His owne he neuer wants, but hath it duely,
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
Yet twits me, I keepe not touch with him truely.
〈♫〉
1
A secret loue or two I must confesse,
I kindly welcome for change in close playing:
Yet my deare husband I loue ne'erthelesse,
His desires whole or halfe, quickly allaying,
At all times ready to offer redresse.
His own
•
he neuer wants, but hath it duely
Yet twits me I keepe not touch with him truly.
2
The more a spring is drawne, the more it flowes;
No Lampe lesse light retaines by lightning others:
Is hee a looser his lo
•
se that ne're knowes?
Or is he wealthy that wast treasure smothers?
My churle vowes no man shall sent his sweet Rose,
His owne enough and more I giue him duely,
Yet full be twits mee I keepe not touch truly.
3
Wise Archers beare more then one shaft to field,
The Venturer loads not with one ware his shipping:
Should Warriers learne but one weapon to weilde?
Or thriue faire plants ere the worse for the shipping?
One dish cloyes, many fresh appetite yeeld:
Mine owne Ile vse, and his he shall haue duely,
Iudge then what debter can keepe
•
ouch more truly.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
A Secret Loue or two I must confesse, I kindly welcome for change in close playing:
〈♫〉
Yet my deare husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole, or halfe, quickly allaying, At all times
〈♫〉
ready to offer redresse. His owne hee neuer wants, but hath it duely, yet twits mee I keepe not
〈♫〉
touch with him truely.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
A Secret Loue or two I must confesse, I
〈♫〉
kindly welcome for change in close playing, Yet my deare
〈♫〉
husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole, or halfe,
〈♫〉
quickly allaying, At all times ready to offer redresse. His owne he
〈♫〉
neuer wants, but hath it duely, Yet twits mee I keepe not
〈♫〉
touch with him truely.
CANTVS. XX.
〈♫〉
HEr ro- sie cheekes, her e- uer smiling eyes, Are spheares and
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
beds where loue in tri- umphlyes: Her ru- bine lips when they their pearle vnlock, Make them seeme
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
as they did rise All out of one smooth Currall Rocke, Oh that of other Crea- tures store I
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
knew, More worthy and more rare: For these are old and shee so new, That her to them none
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
should compare.
〈♫〉
1
Her rosie cheekes, her euer smiling eyes
Are Spheares and beds, where Loue in triumph lies:
Her rubine lips when they their pearle vnlocke,
Make them seeme as they did rise
All out of one smooth Currall Rocke.
Oh that of other Creatures store I knew,
More worthy, and more rare:
For these are old, and shee so new,
That her to them none should compare.
2
Oh could she loue, would shee but heare a friend;
Or that shee onely knew what sighs pretend.
Her lookes inflame, yet cold as Ice is shee,
Do
•
, or speake, all's to one end:
For what shee is, that will shee be.
Yet will I neuer cease her prayse to sing▪
Though she giues no regard:
For they that grace a worthlesse thing,
Are onely greedy of reward.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
HEr rosie cheekes, her euer smiling eyes, Are Spheares and beds where Loue in tri-
〈♫〉
umph lyes, Her rubine lips when they their pearle vnlocke, Make them seeme as they did rise All out of one
〈♫〉
smooth Currall Rocke. Oh that of other Creatures store I knew, More worthy and more rare: For these
〈♫〉
are old and shee so new, That her to them none should compare.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
HEr rosie cheeks, her euer smiling eyes are Spheares and
〈♫〉
beds where Loue in triumph lyes: Her rubine lips when they their
〈♫〉
pearle vnlocke, Make them seeme as they did rise All out of
〈♫〉
one smooth Currall Rocke. Oh that of other Creatures store I
〈♫〉
knew, More worthy and more rare: For these are old, and she so new,
〈♫〉
That her to them none should compare.
BASSVS.
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〈♫〉
CANTVS. XXI.
〈♫〉
WHere shall I refuge seeke, Where shall I refuge seeke if you refuse
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
me? In you my hope, in you my fortune lyes: In you my life, In you my
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
life, though you vn- iust accuse mee, My seruice scorne, and merit vn- der- prise.
〈♫〉
〈♫〉
O bitter griefe, O bitter griefe, that exile is be- come Reward for faith, and pit- tie deafe and dumb.
〈♫〉
1
Where shall I refuge seeke if you refuse mee?
In you my hope, in you my fortune lyes;
In you my life though you vniust accuse me,
My seruice scorne, and merit vndersprise.
Oh bitter griefe, that exile is become
Reward for faith, and pittie deafe and dumbe.
2
Why should my firmnesse finde a seate so wau'ring?
My simple vowes, my loue you entertain'd,
Without desert the same againe disfau'ring:
Yet I my word and passion hold vnstain'd.
Oh wretched me, that my chiefe ioy should breede
My onely griefe, and kindnesse pitty neede.
FINIS.