Although the Cannon, and the Churlish Drum
Haue strooke the Quire mute, and the Organs Dumb:
Yet Musicks Art with Ayre and String, and Voyce
Makes glad the Sad, and Sorrow to Reioyce.
SELECT AYRES AND DIALOGUES For One, Two, and Three Voyces; TO THE THEORBO-LƲTE or BASSE-VIOL.
-
- John Wilson
- Charles Colman
-
- Henry Lawes
- William Lawes
- Nicholas Laneare
- William Webb
- And other Excellent Masters of Musick.
LONDON, Printed by W. Godbid for John Playford, and to be sold at his Shop in the Inner Temple, neer the Church dore. 1659.
TO ALL LOVERS OF VOCALL MƲSICK.
GENTLEMEN,
THis Book hath found such generall welcome, that the Impression is all bought off, and I am called upon for more; which hath caused me to Reprint it, but with very large Additions: I have not given you all my store, but with good Advice Selected only such Ayres and Dialogues as are known to be Excellent, as well as now most in Request; and those so familiar and easie, as are usefull to the Teacher, and commodious for the Scholar, especially such as live Remote from London. The Musick is of Three Varieties, and is therefore printed destinct: First, those for One Voyce, next for Two, and then those for Three: The whole contains One hundred twenty foure choice Songs, and all (except very few) of late Compositions, In the setting forth of which, my care, pains, and charge hath not been small, by procuring true and exact Coppies, and dayly attending the oversight of the Presse, as no prejudice might redound either to the Authors or Buyers: And herein I resolve to meet with those Mistakers, who have taken up a new (but very fond) opinion, That Musick cannot as truely be Printed as Prick'd, (and which is more ridiculous) that no Choice Ayres or Songs are permitted by Authors to come in print, though 'tis well known that the best Musicall Compositions, either of our owne or Strangers, have been and are tendered to the World by the Printers hand; To convince the former, an to testifie my Gratitude to those Excellent Masters, from whose owne hands I received most of these Compositions; doe I say thus much, that this my present Endevor and care in the true and exact publishing this Book will redound to Publick Benefit, and the Authors Reputation, as well as my owne Advantage; which may give yet further Incouragement to
A Faithfull Servant to all Lovers of
Musick, JOHN PLAYFORD.
An Alphabetical TABLE of the AYRES and DIALOGUES in this Book.
A
- ABout the sweet bag of a Bee 3
- As I walkt forth one Summers day 13
- Amor merere ched' amor merere 15
- Amidst the Mirtles as I walkt 19
- A Willow Garland thou didst send 19
- A Lover once I did espy 25
- Ambitious Love farewell 32
- Ask me why I send you here 50
B
- Bring back my Comfort 6
- Bid me but live, and I will live 30
- Bright Aurelia I do owe 30
- By all the Glories willingly I go 45
- Beauty and Love once fell at odds 55
- Brightest, since your pittying eye 64
C
- Come Lovers all to me 2
- Catch me a Star that's falling 11
- Come noble Nymphs do not hide 14
- Come from the Dungeon to the Throne 26
- Come my Sweet while every strain 26
- Come Cloris leave thy wandring 31
- Change Platonicks, change for shame 34
- Come Adonis come away 37
- Come lovely Phillis since it thy will is 51
- Cloris farewell I now must go 51
- Cloris false love made Clora weep 52
- Come O come, I brook no stay 55
- Conbelse gella de cretezza 67
D
- Dear leave thy home and come 23
- Do'st see how unregarded now 63
F
- Fuggi Fuggi da lieti amanti 15
- Fain would I Cloris ere I dy 39
- Fain would Cloris whom my heart 47
- Faith be no longer coy 56
- From hunger and cold 64
G
- Go and bestride the southern wind 44
- Go little winged Archer and convey 50
H
- He that will love must be my Scholar 8
- He that loves a Rosie cheek 23
- How long shall I a Martyr be 40
- How cool and temp'rate am I grown 42
- How am I chang'd from what I was 58
- How happy ar't thou and I 58
I
- In vain fair Cloris you design 9
- If the quick spirit of your eye 18
- I love thee for thy sicklenesse 22
- I do confesse thou art smooth and fair 24
- I prethee turn that face away 29
- I can love for an houre 37
- I am confirmd a woman can 38
- In faith I cannot keep my sheep 42
- I wish no more thou shouldst love me 48
- I love a Lass but cannot show it 55
- I will not trust thy tempting Graces 56
L
- Like Hermit poore in pensive place 1
- Love I must tell thee Ile no longer 12
- Ladies you that seem so nice and cold 20
- Let longing Lovers sit and pine 21
- Ladies fly from Loves smooth Tales 31
- Lay that sullen Garland by thee 33
- Little love serves my turn 35
- Let not thy Beuty make thee proud 54
M
- Mistake me not, I am as cold as hot 10
- Mans life is but vain, for 'tis 62
N
- No more blind Boy, for see my heart 7
- No, no, Fair Heretick 46
- No, no, I never was in love 65
O
- Of thee kind Boy I ask no Red or White 43
P
- Phyllis why should we delay 17
S
- She that that loves me for my selfe 2
- Stay, stay, O stay, that heart I vow 5
- See see, how careless men are grown of late 36
- Silly heart forbear, those are murdering eyes 57
- Since love hath in thine and mine eye 59
T
- Take, O take those lips away 1
- 'Tis not i'th power for all thy scorn 10
- Thou art not fair for all thy Red 16
- Take heed fair Cloris how you tame 21
- [Page]Tell me not I my time mispend 22
- To love thee without flattery 28
- Tell me ye wandering Spirits of the Ayre 41
- Tell not I dy, or that I live by thee 49
- Tell me no more her eyes are like 57
- Tis wine that inspires 65
V
- Victorious Beauty though your eys 20
- Victoria, Victoria il micorae 66
W
- Wake my Adonis, do not dye 4
- Why dearest should you weep 6
- Why should thou swear I am forsworn 16
- Whilst I listen to thy voyce Cloris 25
- Wer't thou yet fairer then thou art 27
- What means this strangeness now of late 48
- When Caelia I intend to flatter you 58
The TABLE of the Second Part of this Book, being
Dialogues for
Two Voyces.
- I Prethee keep my Sheep for me A Dialogue between Phyllis and Clorillo by M. Lanear 68
- Dear Sylvia let thy Thirsis know A Dialogue between Sylvia and Thirsis 70
- Did you not once Lucinda vow A Dialogue between a Shepherd & Lucinda by D. Colman 72
- Come my Daphne come away A Dialogue between Daphne and Strephon 74
- Forbear fond Swain I cannot love A Dialogue between a Shepherd and Shepherdess 75
- Tell me Shepherd dost thou love A Dialogue between a Shepherd and a Nymph 77
- Shepheard in faith I cannot stay A Dialogue between Strephon and Phyllis 78
- Vulcan, O Vulcan my Love A Dialogue between Venus and Vulcan 79
- Charon, o Gentle Charon A Dialogue between Charon and Philomel 80
- Thirsis kind Swain come near A Dialogue between Thirsis and Damon 82
A TABLE of the GLEES and
Songs for
Two Voyces.
- TO Bacchus we to Bacchus sing 84
- Bring out the cold Chine 86
- He that a Tinker, a Tinker will be 88
- Fly Boys, fly Boy to the Cellars bottom 90
- See, see the Bright Light shine 110
- Turn Amarillis to thy Swain 112
The TABLE of the Third Part of this Book, being
Songs or
Ballads for
Three Voyces.
- I Wish no more thou should love me 91
- Though I am young and cannot tell 92
- Come Cloris hie we to the Bowers 93
- When Troy Town for ten years 94
- From the fair Lavinian shoar 95
- Where the Bees suck there suck I 96
- When love with unconfined wings 97
- Do not fear to put thy feet 98
- In the merry Month of May 99
- O my Clarissa thou cruel fair 100
- Gather your Rose Buds 101
- Fear not Dear Love that I reveal 102
- Fine young Folly though you were 103
- Sing fair Clorinda whilst you may 104
- Smiths are good fellows 106
- Musick thou Queen of souls 108
- Now we are met lets merry be 114
ADVERTISEMENT.
Courteous Sirs,
Because I mean to deal very openly, and cover nothing (though never so small) I must beg the Buyer to take notice that the Folia from 52 to 62 are mistaken by the Printer; As for other Errata's in the Musick (whereof all Books have some) they are so very few, small and inconsiderable, that I hope I shall need onely to crave the Judicious to mend with their Pen.
A Catalogue of MUSICK Books sold by John Playford at his Shop in the Temple.
Books for Vocal MUSICK.
- 1. Mr. Wilby's Madrigals of 3, 4, 5 and 6 Voyces.
- 2. Orlando Gibon's 5 Parts for Viols and Voyces.
- 3. Dr. Champian's Ayres for 1, 2, or 3 Voyces.
- 4. Mr. Walter Porter's first set of Ayres and Mardrigals for 2, 3, 4, and 5 Voyces, with a Through Bass; for the Organ or Theorbo Lute, the Italian way: Printed 1639.
- 5. Mr. Walter Porter's second Set of Psalms or Anthems for two voyces to the Organ or Theorbo-Lute: Printed 1657.
- 6. Mr. William Child (late Organist of his Majesties Chappel at Windsor) his Psalms for three voyces, after the Italian way, to be sung to the Organ, the which are Engraven on Copper plates: Printed 1656.
- 7. Select Ayres and Dialogues by Dr. Wilson, Dr. Colman, Mr. Henry Lawes, and others: Reprinted witth large Additions 1659.
- 8.
Ayres and
Dialogues set forth by Mr.
H. Lawes, viz. his
- First Book fol. Printed 1653.
- Second Book fol. Printed 1655.
- Third Book fol. Printed 1658.
- 9. Mr. John Gamble his first and second book of Ayres and Dialogues, first printed 1657, second 1659.
- 10. A Book of Catches and Rounds collected and published by John Hilton 1651, and now with large additions by John Playford, newly Reprinted 1658.
- 11. An Introduction to the Skill of Musick, Vocall and Instrumentall, with Instructions for the Violin by J. Playford, newly Reprinted 1658.
- 12. The Art of Descant, or composing Musick in parts, written by Dr. Champian, and enlarged by Mr. Christopher Simpson, printed 1655.
Books for Instrumental MUSICK.
- 1. Mr. East Set of Fancies for Viols, containing 6 Fantasies for two Bass-Viols, 9 Fantazies for two Trebles and a Bass, and 12 Fantazies of 4 parts.
- 2. Court Ayres, for two parts, Bass and Treble, Viols or Violins, containing 245 Ayres, Corants and Sarabands, Composed by Dr. Coleman. Mr. William Lawes, Mr. John Jenkins, Mr. Ben Rogers of Windsor; Mr. Christopher Sympson, and others: Printed 1656.
- 3. Mr. Matthew Lock his Little Consort of Three parts, Pavans, Almains, Corants and Satabands, for Two Trebles and a Bass, for Viols or Violins: Printed 1657.
- 4. Musicks Recreation on the Lyra Viol, Containing 100 Lessons, viz. Preludiums, Almains, Corants, Sarabands, and several new and pleasant Tunes for the Lyra Viol, with Instructions for beginners: printed 1656.
- 5. A Book of New Lessons for the Cithren and Gittern, containing many new and pleasant Tunes, with plain and easie Instructions for Beginners thereon: Printed 1659.
- 6. The Dancing Master, containing 132 New and Choice Country Dances, Directing the Learner the manner how to understand the several Figures and Movements thereof; Also the Tunes set over each Dance, very useful to such as Practise on the Treble Violin; In which Book is added 42 French Corants, and other Tunes to be plaid on the Treble Violin: printed 1657.
- All sorts Rul'd Raper for Musick ready Ruled, also Books of several Sizes ready bound up of very good Ruled Paper; Also very good Inke to prick Musick.
Musick Books shortly to come forth.
- A most Excellent Treatise of Musick, Entituled, The Violist, or an Introduction to play Division to a Ground, Teaching all things necessary to the Knowledge of the Viol, as also the Rudiments of Composition by a Method more short and easie then hath been heretofore delivered. Written by the most Knowing Master of that Instrument, Mr. Christopher Simpson.
- Also a Book for the Virginals, containing variety of new and choice Lessons, also Toys, and Jigs, Fitted for the practice of young Learners.
A Lovers Melancholy Repose.
[...]
LIke Hermit poor in pensive place obscure,
[...] I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,
[...] to wail such woes as
time cannot recure,
[...] where none but
love shal ever find me out.
[...] And at my gates, and at my gates
despair shal linger stil,
[...] to let in
death, to let in
death when
love and
fortune wil.
A Gowne of gray my body shall attire,
My staffe of broken hope whereon I'le stay,
Of late repentance linkt with long desire,
The Couch is fram'd whereon my limbs I lay,
And at my gates, &c.
My food shall be of care and sorrow made,
My drink nought else but tears faln from mine eyes,
And for my light in this obscure shade,
The flame may serve, which from my heart arise,
And at my gates,
Loves ingratitude.
[...]
TAke, O take those
lips a╌way,
[...] that so sweetly were forsworn,
[...] & those
eys that break of days,
[...] light that do mislead the morn,
[...] but my
kisses bring again
[...] seals of love though seals in vain.
Hide, O hide those Hils of Snow
That thy frozen Blossome bears;
On whose tops the Pinks that grow,
Are yet of those that April wears:
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those Icy Chaines by thee.
Cupid's weak Artillery.
[...]
COme Lovers all to me, and cease your mourning:
[...] Love hath no shafts to shoot, no more brands burning:
[...] He means my pains shal you from pains deliver,
[...] for in my brest h'as emptied all his Quiver.
[...] Had he not been a childe he would have known,
[...] h'as lost a thousand servants to kill one.
Love preferring Virtue above Wealth.
[...]
SHe that loves me for my self,
[...] for affection, not base pelf,
[...] ne'r regarding my descent,
[...] gesture, feature, but intend,
[...] she, on╌ly she, she, only she, deserves to be be╌lov'd of me.
She that loves me for no end,
But because I am her friend;
Never doubting my desire,
But believ'd it sacred fire:
She, only she, deserves to be belov'd of me.
She that loves me with reslove
Ne're to alter till dissolve;
Slighting all things, that stern fate
May hereafter seem to threat:
She, only she, deserves to be belov'd of me.
A strife betwixt two Cupids reconciled.
[...]
ABout the sweet Bag of a Bee,
[...] two Cupids fell at ods;
[...] and whose the pretty prize should be,
[...] they vow'd to ask the gods:
[...] which
Venus hearing thither came,
[...] and for their boldness stript them,
[...] and taking thence from each his flame,
[...] with robs of Mirtle whipt them:
[...] which done, to still their wanton cryes,
[...] and quiet grown sh'ad seen them,
[...] she kist and dry'd their dove-like eyes,
[...] and gave the Bag between them.
Venus lamenting her lost Adonis.
[...]
WAke my
Adonis, do not die,
[...] one life's enough for thee and I;
[...] where are thy looks, thy wiles
[...] thy fears, thy frowns, thy smiles?
[...] a╌las, in vain, I call,
[...] one death hath snatcht them all;
[...] yet death's not deadly in that face
[...] death in those looks it self hath grace;
[...] 'twas this, 'twas this I fear'd,
[...] when thy pale ghost appear'd,
[...] this I presag'd, when thun╌dering
Jove
[...] tore the best Mittle in my grove,
[...] when my sick rose buds lost their smel,
[...] & from my temples untoucht fell,
[...] and 'twas for some such thing,
[...] my Dove first hung her wing.
[...] Whither art thou my Deity gone?
[...] in vain a godess now am I,
[...] only to grieve and not to die:
[...] but I wil love my grief,
[...] make tears my tears relief,
[...] and sorrow shall to me
[...] a new
Adonis be:
[...] And this the fates shan't rob me of whilst I
[...] a godess am to grieve and not to die.
To his Love Answering No.
[...]
STay, stay, O stay, that heart, I vow 'tis mine
[...] ravish'd from hence by her whose parts divine;
[...] words cannot fully speak, now feels her cure,
[...] whose on╌ly No, sent from her lips most pure,
[...] makes it thus range from me, woe's me that No,
[...] lost me that heart, and fills its place with wo.
O hold it fast, I come yet let it sly,
I cannot move, 'tis pity both should dy;
Perhps she may relent, and with one yea
Give us a second life, treble our bliss;
If not, farewell my heart, I've pleas'd mine eyes,
Since thou art lost, sees thee her sactifice.
On his Loves Absence.
[...]
BRing back my comfort and return,
[...] for well thou know'st that I
[...] in such a vigorous passion burn,
[...] that missing thee I dye:
[...] return, return, insult no more,
[...] return, return, and me restore
[...] to those sequestred joys I had before.
Absence in most, that quenches love,
And cooles their warm desire;
The ardor of my heat improves,
And makes the flame aspire:
The maxim therefore I deny,
And term it though a tyranny,
The Nurse to Faith, to Love, to Constancy.
Beauty clouded with grief.
[...]
WHy dearest should you weep, when I
[...] relate the sto╌ry of my woe?
[...] let not the swarthy mist of my
[...] black fate o'recast thy beauty so:
[...] For each rich pearl lost on that score
[...] adds to mischance and wounds, and wounds your servant more.
Quench not those stars that to Dy bliss should guide;
O stay that precious teare!
Nor let those drops upon my deluge tyde
To drown thy beauty there,
That cloud of sorrow makes it night,
You lose your Lusters, but the World its Light.
On Loves Artillery.
[...] NO more blind Boy, for see my heart is made thy quiver, where remains no voyd place for an╌other dart; and a╌las that conquest gains small prayse, that on╌ly brings away a tame and un╌resisting prey: behold a noble Foe all arm'd, desires they weak Ar╌til╌le╌ry, that hath thy bow and quiver charm'd, a Rebell Beauty conqu'ring thee; if thou dar'st e╌quall combate try, would her, for 'tis for her I dye.
On the Vicissitudes of Love.
[...]
HE that will not love, must be
[...] my Scholar, and learn this of me,
[...] there be in love as many fears
[...] as the Summer corn hath ears;
[...] sighs, and sobs, and troubles more
[...] than the sand that makes the shoar:
[...] Now an Ague, then a Feaver,
[...] both tormenting Lovers e╌ver.
[...] Wouldst thou know besides all these,
[...] how hard a Woman 'tis to please?
[...] how high she's priz'd whose worth's but small?
[...] little thou
[...]t love, or nought at all.
A false designe to be cruel.
[...]
IN vain fair
Chloris, you designe,
[...] to be cruel, to be kind,
[...] for we know with all your arts,
[...] you never hold but willing harts;
[...] men are too wise grown to expire
[...] with broken shafts, and painted fire.
II.
And if among a thousand Swains
Some one of Love, or Fate complains;
And all the stars in heav'n defie,
With
Cloro's lip, or
Celia's eye:
'Tis not their love the Youth would chuse,
But the glory to refuse.
III.
Then wisely make your prize of those
Want wit, or courage to oppose;
But tempt me not that can discover
What will redeem the fondest Lover:
And flie the list, lest it appear
Your pow'r is measur'd by our fear.
IV.
So the rude wave securely shocks
The yeelding Bark, but the stiff rocks
If it atempt, how soon again
Broke and dissolv'd it fills the Main:
It foams and roars, but we deride
Alike its weakness, and its pride.
Constancy in Love.
[...]
TIs not ith' pow'r of all thy scorn
[...] or un╌relenting hate,
[...] to quench my flames, or make them burn
[...] with heat more temperate:
[...] still do I struggle with despair,
[...] and ever court disdain;
[...] and though you ne'r prove lesse severe,
[...] Ile dote up╌on my pain.
(2)
Yet meaner beauties cannot claime
In Love this tyranny,
They must pretend and equall flame,
Or else our passions die:
You faire
Clarinda you alone
Are priz'd at such a rate,
To have a Votary of one
Whom you do reprobate.
On Inconstancy.
[...]
MIstake me not, I am as cold as hot: Mistake me not, I am as cold as hot:
[...] Although my tongue betray my heart ore'night,
[...] ere morn, ere morn, ere morn I'm alter'd quite.
II.
Sometime I burn, and straight to Ice I turn,
Ther's nothing so unconstant as my mind,
I change
(vocal join)
(vocal join) with every wind.
III.
Perhaps in jest, I said I lov'd thee best,
But 'twas no more, then what not long before
I vow'd
(vocal join)
(vocal join) to twenty more.
IV.
Then prethee see, thou giv'st no heed to me;
For when I cannot keep my word a day,
What hope
(vocal join)
(vocal join) hadst thou to stay.
On Womens Inconstancy.
[...]
CAtch me a Star that's fal╌ling from the Skie,
[...] Cause an Immortall creature for to die;
[...] Stop with thy hand the Current of the Seas,
[...] Peirce the earths Center to th' Antipodies;
[...] Cause Time return, and call back Yesterday,
[...] Cloath
Ja╌nu╌a╌ry like the moneth of
May;
[...] Weigh me an ounce of Flame, Blow back the wind;
[...] Then hast thou found Faith in a Womans mind.
A Resolution not to Love.
[...]
LOve I must tell thee,
[...] Ile no longer be a Victive to thy beardless Deitie;
[...] nor shall this heart of mine, now 'tis return'd,
[...] be offer'd at thy shrine, or at thy Altar burn'd.
[...] Love like Religions made an Ayrie name,
[...] to awe those souls whom want of wit makes tame.
II.
Ther's no such thing as Quiver, Shaft, or Bow,
Nor do's Love wound, but we Imagine so:
Or if it do's perplex and grieve the mind,
'Tis the poor masculine sect: women no sorrow find.
'Tis not our parts or person that can move 'um,
Nor is't mens worth, but wealth, makes women love 'um.
III.
Reason henceforth, not Love, shall be my guide,
Our fellow Creatures shan't be deifide:
Ile now a Rebell be, and so pull down
That distaffe Hierarchy and females fanci'd crown.
In these unbridled times who will not strive
To free his neck from all prerogative.
A Forsaken Lovers Complaint.
[...]
AS I walk'd forth one Summers day,
[...] to view the Medows green and gay,
[...] a pleasant Bower I espide
[...] standing fast by a river side;
[...] and in't a Maiden I heard cry,
[...] Alas! Alas! ther's none e're lov'd as I.
II.
Then round the medow did she walk,
Catching each flower by the stalk;
Such flowers as in the medow grew,
The
Dead-mans Thumb, and Hearb all blew.
And as she pull'd them, still cry'd she,
Alas! Alas! none e're lov'd like me.
III.
The Flowers of the sweetest sents
She bound about with knotty Bents,
And as she bound them up in Bands
She wept, she sight'd and wrung her hands,
Alas! Alas! Alas! cry'd she,
Alass none was e're lov'd like me.
IV.
When she had fill'd her Apron full
Of such green things as she could cull,
The green leaves serv'd her for a Bed
The Flowers were the Pillow for her head:
Then down she laid, ne'r more did speak;
Alas! Alas! with Love her heart did break.
At a Masque, to invite the Ladies to Dance.
[...]
COme come noble Nymphs & do not hide
[...] the joys for which you so provide;
[...] If not to mingle with us men,
[...] what make you here? go home a╌gen.
[...] Your dressings do confess
[...] by what we see, so curious parts
[...] of
Pallas, and
Aracknes Arts,
[...] that you could mean no less.
II.
Why do you were the Silk-worms toyls?
Or glory in the Shel-fish spoils?
Or strive to shew the grains of Ore
That you have gathered long before?
Whereof to make a Stock
To graff the greener Emtauld on,
Or any better water'd Stone,
Or Ruby of the Rock.
III.
Why do you smell of Amber-greece,
Whereof was formed
Neptunes Neece,
The Queen of Love? unlesse you can
Like Sea-born-
Venus, love a man?
Try, put your selves unto't:
Your Looks, and Smiles, and Thoughts that meet;
Ambrosian-hands, and Silver-feet,
Do promise you will do't.
An Italian Ayre.
[...] FUg╌gi, fuggi, fuggi, de lieti aman i empia dona cagion de╌pi╌an╌ti. Che non gia per essere Crudele ma per essere ingrata & infidele egni core t'ha ni horrore, fuggi, fuggi, fuggi, che chiti mira perche vivi pe╌ange e sos pira.
Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi, fallace fera
Frede in fernale empia ma gera
Che se bene hai di donna l' aspetto
Di furia un co
[...]e nascendi nel petto
Tutta danno tutt' ing anno
Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi, ch'ogn un che t'ama
Il tuo ben piange, e il tuo mal brama.
A French Ayre.
[...] AMor merere che d' amor merere, amor merere che d' amor merere; amor me fuge, amor me struge, non pos a pue, non pos a pue.
Loves Scrutiny.
[...]
WHy shouldst thou swear I am forsworn,
[...] since thine I vow'd to be?
[...] Lady it is already morn,
[...] it was last night I swore to thee,
[...] this fond impos╌si╌bi╌li╌tie.
II.
Have I not lov'd thee much and long,
A tedious twelve houres space?
I should all other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new imbrace,
Should I still dore upon thy face.
III.
Not that all Joyes in thy brown hair
By others may be found:
But I will search the black, the fair,
Like skilfull Mineralists that found
For treasuers in unplowed ground.
IV.
Then if when I have lov'd thee round,
Thou prove the pleasant she,
In spoyle of meaner Beauties crown'd,
I laden will return to thee,
Ev'n sated with varietie.
No Beauty without Love.
[...] THou art not fayre for all thy red and white, for all those Rosie or╌na╌ments in thee. I will not, (vocal join) smooth thy fancy, thou shalt prove that Beauty is no Beauty without Love, no Beauty without Love.
[...] THou art not sweet nor made of meer delight, nor fair, nor sweet unless thou pity mee. I will not, (vocal join) smooth thy fancy, thou shalt prove that Beauty is no Beauty without Love, no Beauty without Love.
II.
Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure
My thoughts with beauty, were it now divine;
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot indure,
I'le not be wrapt up in those armes of thine,
Now shew if thou be a woman right,
Imbrace, and kisse, and love me in dispite.
Delayes in Love breeds Danger.
[...]
PHillis, why should we de╌lay,
[...] plea╌sures shorter than the day?
[...] Could we, which we never can,
[...] stretch our lives beyond three span,
[...] Beauty like a Shadow flyes,
[...] and our Youth before us dyes.
II.
Or would Youth and Beauty stay,
Love ha's wings, and will away;
Love ha's swifter wings than time,
Change in love too oft do's chime;
Gods that never change their state,
Very oft their love and hate.
III.
Phillis, to this truth we owe
All the love betwixt us now;
Let not you and I require
What ha's been our past desire;
On what Shepherds you have smil'd,
Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd.
[...] Leave it to the Planets two,
[...] what we shall here╌af╌ter do,
[...] for the joy we now may prove,
[...] take ad╌vice of present love.
On Caelia's Coynesse.
[...]
IF the quick spirit of your Eye
[...] now languish, and a╌non must dye;
[...] If every sweet and every grace
[...] must flye from that for╌sa╌ken face:
[...] Then
Caelia let us reap our joys,
[...] e're time such good╌ly fruit destroys.
II.
Or if that Golden Fleece must grow, for ever free from aged Snow;
If those bright Suns must know no shade, nor your fresh Beauty ever fade;
Then
Caelia feare not to bestow,
What still being gather'd, still must grow.
[...] Thus either Time his sickle brings
[...] in vain, or else in vain his wings.
Loves sweet Repose.
[...]
AMidst the Mirtles as I walk,
[...] Love and my Sighs thus enter talk;
[...] Tell me said I, in deep distress,
[...] where I may find my Shepherdess.
Then Fool (said Love) know'st thou not this,
In every thing that's good she is,
In yonder Tulip go and seek,
There thou shalt find her Lip and Cheek.
'Tis true, said I, and thereupon,
And went and pluckt them one by one
To make a part a union,
But on a suddain all was gone.
In that inamell'd Fancy by
There shalt thou find her curious Eye;
In bloom of Peach, in Roses bud
There wave the streams of her bloud.
At which I stopt; said Love, these bee
Fond man, resemblances of thee;
For as these Flowers thy joy must dye,
Even in the turning of an eye.
And all thy hopes of her must wither,
As do those Flowers when knit together.
A Willow Garland sent for a Newyeers-gift.
[...]
A Willow Garland thou didst send
[...] last day perfum'd to mee,
[...] which did but onely this portend,
[...] I was for╌sook of thee.
II.
Since that it is, I'le tell the what,
To morrow thou shalt see
Me wear the Willow, after that
To dye upon the tree.
III.
As Beasts unto the Alter go
With Garlands, so I
Will with my Willow wreath also
Come forth, and sweetly die.
Loves Victory.
[...]
VIctorious Beauty! though your Eyes
[...] are able to sub╌due an hoast,
[...] and therefore are un╌like to boast
[...] the ta╌king of a lit╌tle prize,
[...] do not a single heart despise.
II.
I came alone, but yet so arm'd
With former love I durst have sworn
That as that privy coat was worn,
With characters of beauty charm'd,
Thereby I might have scap'd unharm'd.
III.
The Conquest in regard of me,
Alas is small! but in respect
Of her that did my Love protect,
Where it divulg'd, deserv'd to be
Recorded for a Victorie.
IV.
But neither steel nor stony brasse
Are proofs against those looks of thine,
Nor can a beauty lesse divine,
By any heart be long possest,
Where you intend an interest.
V.
And such a one as chance to view
Her lovely face, perhaps may stay,
Though you have stole my heart away;
If all your servants prove not true,
May steal a heart or two from you.
Diswasion from Presumption.
[...]
LAdies, you that seem so nice,
[...] and as cold in shew as Ice,
[...] and perhaps have held out thrice,
[...] do not think but in a trice
[...] one or other may entice,
[...] and at last by some device
[...] set your honours at a price.
You whose smooth and dainty skin,
Rosie lips, or cheeks, or chin,
All that gaze upon you win;
Yet insult not, sparks within,
Slowly burn ere flames begin,
And presumption still hath bin
Held a most notorious sin.
The Careless Lovers Resolution.
[...]
LET longing Lovers sit and pine,
[...] and the forsaken Willow wear,
[...] Love shal not blast this heart of mine,
[...] with ling'ring hope or killing fear:
[...] Ile never love till I enjoy,
[...] or lose my time on her that's coy.
If Ladies call us to the field,
And all their Colours there display,
Alasse! they needs must to us yield,
Since we are better arm'd than they;
'Tis folly then to beg or whine
For us that are born Masculine.
Then Lovers learn your strength to know,
And you may overcome with ease,
Your enemy fights with a Bow
That cannot wound, unlesse you please;
And he that pines because shee's coy,
Wants wit, or courage, women say.
Disdain.
[...]
TAke heed fair
Chloris, how you tame
[...] (with your disdain)
Amintor's flame.
[...] A noble heart, when once despis'd,
[...] swels unto such a height of pride,
[...] 'twil rather burst than deign to be
[...] a worshipper of crueltie.
II.
You may use common shepherds so,
My flames at last to storms will grow,
And blow such scorn upon thy pride,
Will blast all I have magnifi'd:
You are not fair when Love you lack,
Ingratitude makes all things black.
III.
O do not for a flock of sheep,
A golden showre when as you sleep;
Or for the tales ambition tells,
Forsake the house where honor dwels.
In
Damons palace you'l ne'r shine
So bright as in these armes of mine.
Loves Fruition.
[...]
TEll me not I my time mispend,
[...] 'tis time lost to reprove me:
[...] Enjoy thou thine, I have my End,
[...] so
Chlo╌ris one╌ly love me.
Tell me not others flocks are full,
Mine poor, let them despise me
That more abound with Milk, and Wool,
So
Chloris only prize me.
Try other easier eares with these
Unappertaining Stories;
He never feels the Worlds disease,
That cares not for her Glories.
For pity thou that wiser art,
Whose thoughts lies wide of mine;
Let me alone with my one heart,
And I'le ne'r envy thine.
Nor blame whoever blames my wit,
That seek's no higher prize
Then in unenvy'd Shades to sit,
And sing of
Chloris Eyes.
Loves Drollery.
[...]
I Love thee for thy Fickleness,
[...] and great Inconstancy;
[...] for had'st thou been a constant Lass,
[...] then thou had'st ne'r lov'd mee.
I love thee for thy Wantonesse,
And for thy Drollerie;
For if thou had'st not lov'd to sport,
Then thou had'st ne're lov'd mee.
I love thee for thy Uglynesse,
And for thy foolerie;
For if thou had'st been fair or wise,
Then thou had'st ne'r lov'd mee.
I love thee for thy poverty,
And for thy want of Coyne;
For if thou hadst been worth a Groat,
Then thou had'st ne'r been mine.
Then let me have thy heart a while,
And thou shalt have my mony;
Ile part with all the wealth I have,
T'enjoy a Lass so Bonny.
Disdain returned.
[...]
HE that loves a Ro╌sie cheek,
[...] or a Corall lip admires;
[...] or from Star-like eyes doth seek
[...] fu╌el to maintain his fires,
[...] as old Time makes these de╌cay,
[...] so his flames must waste a╌way.
II.
But a smooth and stedfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
Hearts with equall love combin'd,
Kindle never-dying fires:
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely Cheeks, or Lips or Eyes.
III.
Caelia, now no tears can win
My resolv'd heart to return;
I have search'd thy soul within,
And find nought but pride and scorn.
I have learn'd those Arts, and now
Can disdain as much as thou.
[...] Some God in my revenge con╌vey
[...] that Love to her I cast a╌way.
Loves Content.
[...]
DEar, leave thy home, and come with mee,
[...] that scorn the world for love of thee:
[...] Here we will live within this Park,
[...] a Court of joy and pleasures Ark.
To his Forsaken Mistresse.
[...]
I Do confess th'art smooth and fair,
[...] and I might ha' gon neer to love thee,
[...] had I not found the sleightest pray'r
[...] that lip could move, had pow'r to move thee.
[...] But I can let thee now a╌lone,
[...] as worthy to be lov'd by none.
II.
I do confess th'art sweet, yet find
Thee such an Unthrift of thy Sweets;
Thy favours are but like the wind,
Which kisseth ev'ry thing it meets:
And since thou canst with more than one,
Th'art worthy to be kiss'd by none.
III.
The morning Rose that untoutch'd stands,
Arm'd with her briars, how sweet shee smels!
But pluck'd, and strain'd through ruder hands,
Her sweets no longer with her dwels;
But Sent and Beauty both are gone,
And Leaves fall from her one by one.
IV.
Such Fate e're long will thee betide,
When thou hast handled been a while,
With fear Flow'rs to be thrown aside;
And I shall sigh when some will smile,
To see thy love to ev'ry one
Hath brought thee to be lov'd by none.
To a Lady singing.
[...] WHile I list╌en to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life de╌cay, that pow'rfull noise calls my fleeting soul away; O suppress that magick sound, which destroyes without a wound! Peace, peace, Chloris, peace, or singing dye, that together thou and I to heav'n may go; for all we know of what the blessed do above, is that they sing, and that they love.
On a Bleeding Lover.
[...]
A Lover once I did espy,
[...] with bleeding heart and weeping eye;
[...] he wept and cry'd, How great's his pain,
[...] that lives in love, and loves in vain.
II.
Can there (says he) no cure be found,
But by the hand that gave the wound?
Then let me dye, which I'le indure,
Since she wants charity to cure.
III.
Yet let her one day feel the pain,
To wish she had cur'd, and wish in vain
For wither'd cheeks may chance recover
Some sparks of love, but not a Lover.
Two Songs in the Play of The Royal Slave.
[...]
COme from the Dungeon to the Throne,
[...] to be a King, and straight be none:
[...] Reign then a while, that thou mayst be
[...] fitter to fall by majestie:
[...] So Beasts for sacrifice we feed,
[...] first they are crown'd, and then they bleed, they bleed.
Love and Musick.
[...] COme my Sweet, whilest ev'ry Strain cals our Souls in╌to the Ear, where the greedy listning fain would turn in╌to the sound they hear; lest in desire to fill the quire, themselves they tie to harmo╌ny, let's kiss and call them back a╌gain.
A Resolution in choice of a Mistresse.
[...]
WErt thou yet fairer then thou art,
[...] which lies not in the pow'r of Art;
[...] or had'st thou in thine Eyes more Darts,
[...] then
Cupids e╌ver shot at Hearts;
[...] yet if they were not thrown at me,
[...] I would not cast a Thought at thee.
II.
I'de rather marry a disease,
Then court the thing I cannot please:
She that would cherish my desires
Must court my flames with equall fires:
What pleasure is there in a Kiss
To him that doubts the Heart's not his?
III.
I love thee not 'cause thou art fair,
Softer than down, smoother than air;
Not for the
Cupids that do lye
In either corner of thine Eye:
Would you then know what it might be?
'Tis I love you 'cause you love me.
Inconstancy in Love.
[...]
TO love thee without Flattery were a Sin,
[...] since thou art all Inconstancy within;
[...] thy Heart is govern'd onely by thine Eyes,
[...] the Newest object is thy Richest prize:
[...] Love mee then just as I love thee,
[...] that's till a fairer I can see.
II.
My thoughts are now at liberty, and can
Love all that's fair, as you can all that's man;
I never will hereafter think it strange
To see thee please thy Appetite with change:
No! love me just as I love thee,
That's till a fairer I can see.
III.
I hate this constant doting on a Face,
Content ne're dwelt a Week in any place;
Why then should you and I love one another
Longer then we can be content together?
Love mee then just as I love thee,
That's till a fairer I can see.
Discontent.
[...]
I Prethee turn that Face away,
[...] whose splendor but benights the day;
[...] sad Eyes like mine, and wounded Hearts,
[...] shun the bright rayes which Beauty darts;
[...] Unwelcome is the Sun that pries
[...] into those Shades where sorrow lies:
[...] Go shine on happy things, to me,
[...] that blessing is a miserie;
[...] whom thy fierce Sun not warms but burns,
[...] like that the Sooty
Indian turns;
[...] I'le serve the night, and there confin'd;
[...] wish thee less fair or else more kind.
Loves Votary.
[...]
BId me but live, and I will live,
[...] thy Vo╌ta╌ry to be;
[...] or bid me love, and I will give
[...] a loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
a heart as soundly free
As in the world thou canst not find,
that heart I'le give to thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
while I have eyes to see,
Or having none, yet I will keep
a heart to weep for thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it shall stay,
and honour thy decree,
Or bid it languish quite away
and it shall do't for thee.
Thou art my love, my life my heart,
the very eye of mee,
And hast command of every part,
to live and dye for thee.
To Aurelia.
[...]
BRight
Aurelia, I do owe
[...] all the woe I can know
[...] to those glorious looks alone,
[...] though you are unrelenting stone;
[...] the quick lightning from your eyes,
[...] did sa╌cri╌fice, my unwise,
[...] my unwary harmless heart,
[...] and now you glory in my smart.
How unjustly you do blame
That pure flame,
From you came.
Vext with what your selfe may burn,
Your scorns to tinder did it turn.
The least sparke now Love can call
That does fall
On the small
Scorcht remainder of my heart,
Will make it burn in every part.
Loves Flattery.
[...]
LAdies fly from loves smooth tale,
[...] oaths steept in tears do oft prevail,
[...] grief is infectious, and the air
[...] inflam'd with sighs wil blast the fair;
[...] then stop your ears when Lovers cry,
[...] lest your selves weep, when no lost eye
[...] shall with a sorrowing tear repay
[...] that pity which you cast away.
To Chloris.
[...]
COme
Cloris leave thy wandring sheep,
[...] thou shalt more amorous creatures keep;
[...] and be the only envi'd Dame
[...] that moves upon this grassie frame:
[...] for thou shalt Herds of
Cupids have,
[...] and Love and I will be thy slave.
II.
Nymphs, Satyres, and the Sylvian Fawns,
Shall leave the Woods and narrow Lawns
To wait on
Cloris, and adore
Their
Cytherea; now no more
The name of
Cloris shall create
A servitude in every state.
III.
In yonder Mirtle grove wee'l dwell
With more content then tongue can tell,
Where hungry Moles shall not afright
Thy tender Lambs or thee by night:
There we the wanton theeves will play,
And steal each others hearts away.
Seeming Coyness.
[...]
AMbitious Love, farwel;
[...] you are to troublesome a Guest
[...] to affect what doth excell;
[...] and to be ever at a Feast;
[...] is not the cheapest freest diet,
[...] less in joy and less in quiet:
[...] Be proud who list Fetters of Gold to wear,
[...] I like no tedious ceremonious cheer.
II.
I'le take such as I find,
So it be good, and handsome drest,
Pretty, looking freely, kinde,
To a good appetite is best.
If your Usage do not please you,
Change is near you Change will ease you:
Tempest and Feasts the wisest disaffect,
Let it suffice you find no disrespect.
III.
Seek not the highest place,
The lowest commonly is most free
Less subject to disgrace,
Others eyes, or your jealousies.
Bold Freedome will improve your taste,
When awe imbitters a repast:
A doating fancy is a foolish Guest,
The freest welcome makes the sweetest Feast.
IV.
It is not Natures way,
She made Love no such busie thing,
She meant it a short lay,
A Common-Weal without a King.
Her love on ev'ry edge doth grow,
Her Fruits are best in Taste and Shew;
Her Sweets extend unto the meanest Clown,
Often most fair, though in a Russet Gown.
Loves Bachinall.
[...]
LAy that sullen Garland by thee,
[...] keep it for th' Elizium shades;
[...] take my wreath of lusty I╌vy,
[...] not of that faint Mirtle made;
[...] when I see thy soul descending
[...] to that cold unfertile Plain
[...] of sad fools the Lake attending,
[...] thou shalt wear this Crown a╌gain.
[...] Now drink wine, and know the ods
[...] 'twixt that
Lethe, 'twixt that
Lethe, 'twixt that
Lethe, and the Gods.
Rouse thy dull and drowsie spirits,
Here's the soul reviving streams,
The stupid Lovers brain inherits
Nought but vain and empty dreams.
Fy then on that cloudy fore-head,
Ope thou vainly crossed armes;
Thou mayst as well call back the buried
As raise Love by such like charmes.
Think not thou these dismall trances,
Which our raptures can content,
The Lad that langhs, sings and dances,
Shall come soonest to his end.
Sacrifice a glasse of Clarret
To each letter of her name;
Gods have oft descended for it,
Mortals must do more the same.
Cho.
Sadnesse may some pity move,
Mirth and courage, mirth and courage,
Mirth and courage conquers love.
If she comes not at that flood,
Sleep will come, sleep will come,
Sleep will come and that's as good.
Platonick Love.
[...]
CHange Platonicks, change for shame,
[...] get your selves a╌no╌ther name.
[...] This is but a thin disguise,
[...] and betray'd to common eyes:
[...] Dim and purblind though they bee,
[...] your Philo╌so╌phy they see
[...] is but Lay Hypocrisie,
[...] and a kind of He╌re╌sie.
II.
Plato ne'r allow'd a Kiss,
Nor the like fantastick bliss,
All the day sit and Ca Goll
With Sir Amorons La Fool;
Ne'r dreamt of that delight
Which a Ball presents at night,
To apt you to what follows next,
Only you corrupt the Text.
III.
Yet must
Plato justifie
All your wanton vanitie,
When indeed the truth to say,
'Tis Opinion that doth sway.
Is a meer Court-Frippery,
You act but yet most formerly
What your Sex was wont to do
Many hundred years ago.
Love Neglected.
[...] LIttle love serves my turn, 'tis so en╌fla╌ming, ra╌ther then I will burn I will leave ga╌ming; for when I think upon't, O! 'tis so painful, 'cause Ladies have a trick, to be disdainfull. No more, no more, I must give o're; for Beauty is so sweet, it makes me pine, distracts my mind, and surfeit when I see't. Forgive me Love, if I remove in╌to some other sphear, where I may keep a flock of sheep, and know no o╌ther care.
[...] Beauty shall court it selfe, 'tis not worth speaking, Ile no more Amorous pangs, no more heart-breaking: those that ne'r felt the smart, let them go try it, I have redeem'd my heart now I de╌fie it, No more, no more, I must give o're; for Beauty is so sweet, it makes me pine, distracts my mind, and surfeit when I see't. Forgive me Love, if I remove in╌to some other sphear, where I may keep a flock of sheep, and know no o╌ther care.
Lovers Wantonnesse.
[...]
SEe, see, how carless men are grown
[...] of Love and Loving in our days,
[...] Every ones Heart is now his owne;
[...] his Eyes upon no object stays,
[...] but baits a while and goes his ways.
II.
Shall Beauty that was wont to reign
Un-rivall'd in each noble breast,
Command by turns, or else in vain;
And by new fashion'd minds deprest,
Become an Inn, and love a Guest.
III.
Sure they suppose her of Glasse,
And let her first on purpose fall,
Then peice-meal would pick up this Masse,
That for one Beauty bow to all,
And change of Fetters, Freedome call.
IV.
Though lowly minded, I will stand
With such for place, and at no rate
Give Rebell Lovers th'upper hand
That every day new Lords create;
I serve a Monarch, they a State.
Venus to her Adonis
[...] COme Adonis, come away, what distaste could drive the hence, where so much delight doth reign, sotting ev'n the soul of Sense? and though thou un╌kind hast prov'd, never Youth was so belov'd: Then lov'd Adonis, come away, for Venus brooks, for Venus brooks not this de╌lay, for Venus brooks not this delay.
Loves Flattery.
[...] I Can love for an hour when I'm at leasure,
[...] he that loves half a day fools without measure:
[...]
Cupid then tell me what art had thy mother,
[...] to make men love one face more than an╌other?
Some to be thought more wise daily endevour
To make the World believe they can live for ever:
Ladies believe them not, they'l but deceive you,
For when they have their ends then they will leave you.
Men cannot tyre themselves on your sweet features,
They'l have variety of loving Creatures.
Too much of any thing sets them a cooling,
Though they can never do't, yet they'l be fooling.
Inconstancie in Women.
[...]
I Am confirm'd a woman can,
[...] love this, or that, or a╌ny man;
[...] let her but an new object find,
[...] and she is of another mind:
[...] Then hang me Ladies at your dore,
[...] If e're I dote up╌on you more.
[...] This day her love is melting hot,
[...] to morrow swears she knows you not;
[...] let her but an new object find,
[...] and she is of another mind:
[...] Then hang me Ladies at your dore,
[...] If e're I dote up╌on you more.
II.
Yet still I'le love the fair one, why?
For nothing but to please mine eye;
And so the fat and soft skinn'd Dame
I'le flatter, to appease my flame;
For her that's Musicall I long,
When I am sad to sing a Song:
But hang me Ladies, &c.
III.
I'le give my fancy leave to range
Through every face to find out change:
The black, the brown, the fair shall be
But objects of varietie:
I'le court you all to serve my turn,
But with such flames as shall not burn:
For hang me Ladies, &c.
A Lovers Legacy.
[...]
FAin would I
Chloris e're I die,
[...] bequeath you such a Legacie,
[...] as you might say when I am gon,
[...] None has the like! My heart alone
[...] were the best gift I could bestow,
[...] but that's al╌rea╌dy yours you know:
[...] So that till you my Heart resigne,
[...] or fill with yours the place of mine;
[...] and by that grace my store renew,
[...] I shall have nought worth giving you,
[...] whose Brest has all the wealth I have,
[...] save a faint Carcase, and a Grave:
[...] But had I as many Hearts as Hairs,
[...] as many Loves as Love has Fears,
[...] as many Lives as Years have Hours,
[...] they should be all and only yours.
Loves Martyr.
[...]
HOw long shall I a Martyr be
[...] to Love and Womans cru╌el╌ty?
[...] Or why doth sullen Fate confine
[...] my heart to one that is not mine:
[...] had I er'e lov'd as others do,
[...] but only for an hour or two,
[...] then there had store of reason bin
[...] why I should suffer for my sin.
II.
But Love, thou knowest with what a flame
I have ador'd my Mistress name:
How I ne'r offered other fires
But such as rose from chaste desires:
Nor have I ere prophaned thy shrine
With an inconstant fickle minde;
Yet thou combining with my Fate,
Hath forc'd my love and hor to hate.
III.
O Love! if her supremacie
Have not a greater power then thee,
For pity sake then once be kind,
And throw a dart to change her mind:
Thy deity we shall suspect,
If our reward must be neglect.
Then make her love, or let me be
Inspir'd with scorn as well as she.
Amintor for his Chloris absence.
[...]
TEll me you wan╌dering spirits of the Air,
[...] did you not see a Nymph more bright, more fair
[...] than Beauties darling, or of parts more sweet
[...] than stolne content? If such a one you meet,
[...] wait on her hourly where so e're she flies,
[...] and cry, and cry,
Amintor for her absence dies.
II.
Go search the Vallies, pluck up every Rose,
You'l find a sent, a blush of her in those:
Fish, fish for Pearle, or Corall, there you'l see
How orientall all her colours bee.
Go call the Ecchoes to your aide, and cry,
Chloris, Chloris, for that's her name for whom I dy.
III.
But stay a while, I have inform'd you ill,
Were shee on earth she had been with me still:
Go fly to Heaven, examine every Sphere,
And try what Star hath lately lighted there;
If any brighter than the Sun you see,
Fall down, fall down, and worship it, for that is shee.
[...]
Chloris, Fall down,
Chloris, fall down,
&c.
Love in a Calme.
[...]
HOw cool and temperate I am grown,
[...] since I could call my heart my own?
[...] Beauty and I now calmly play,
[...] whilst others burn and melt a╌way:
[...] not all those wanton hours I have spent,
[...] can rob me of this new content.
II.
Loves mists are scattered from my sight,
Which flattered me with new delight,
And now I see 'tis but a face
That stole my heart out of its place:
Then Love forgive me, I'le no more
Thine Altars or thy Shrine adore.
III.
Farewell to all heart-breaking eyes,
Farewell each look that can surprize,
Farewell those curls and amorous spels,
Farewell each place where
Cupid dwels;
And farewell each bewitching smile,
I must enjoy my selfe a while.
Loves Shepherdesse.
[...] IN faith I cannot keep my Sheep since first I grew to be in love: whilst my poor Flock a wandring creep, and I to Fate a Shepherd am; Love, first in love, in love, I first began.
Love without Additionals.
[...]
OF the kind boy I ask no red and white
[...] to make up my delight,
[...] no odd becoming graces,
[...] black eyes, or lit╌tle know not what's in Faces;
[...] make me but mad enough, give me good store of Love,
[...] for her I court,
[...] I ask no more; 'tis Love
[...] in Love that makes the sport.
II.
There's no such thing as that, we Beauty call,
It is meer couzenage all;
For though some long ago
Lik't certain colours mingled so and so,
That doth not tie me now from chusing new,
If I a fancy take
Too black and blew,
That fancy doth it Beauty make.
III.
'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite
Makes eating a delight;
And if I like one dish
More than another, that a Phesant is:
What in our Matches, may in us be found,
So to the height, and nick
We up be bound,
No matter by what hand or trick.
A Frozen Heart made warm by Love.
[...] GO, go, and bestride the Southern wind, fly, O forlorn! not look behind, till thou the glazed Ocean hast past and Climes unknown to man, laid on a snow-rais'd mountain bear the bo╌some to the freezing air; and if those colds be not so great to quench, but they thaw with thy heat her far more cold disdain, apply thine own despair and will to dye; and when by these congeal'd to stone, then will her heart and thine be one.
False Love reproved.
[...]
BY all thy Glories willingly I go,
[...] yet could have wish'd thee constant in thy love;
[...] but since thou needs must prove
[...] uncertain as is thy Beauty,
[...] or as the Glass that shews it thee,
[...] my hopes thus soon to o╌verthrow,
[...] shows thee more fickle; but my flames by this
[...] are easier quencht than his,
[...] whom slattering smiles betray;
[...] 'tis tyrannous delay
[...] breeds all the harm,
[...] and makes that sire consume,
[...] which should but warm.
II.
Till time destroy those blossomes of thy youth,
Thou art our Idol-worship, at that rate,
But who can tell thy fate?
And say that when this Beauties done,
This Lovers Torch shall still burn on;
I could have serv'd thee with such truth
Devoutest Pilgrims to their Saints do show,
Departed long ago;
And at this ebbing tyde,
Have us'd thee as a Bride
Who's only true
Whilst you are fair, he loves himself, not you.
Loves torrid Zone.
[...] NO, no, fair Heretick, it cannot be, but an ill love in mee, and worse for thee; for were it in my pow'r to love thee now this hour, more than I did the last, 'twould then so fall, I might not love at all: Love that can flow, and can admit encrease, admits as well an ebb, and may grow lesse.
II.
True love is still the same
The Torrid Zones,
And those more frigid ones
It must not know:
For love grown cold, or hot
Is lust and friendship, not
The think we have, for that's a flame would dye,
Held down, or up too high;
Then think I love, more than I can expresse,
And would know more, could I but love thee lesse.
To his Chloris at Parting.
[...] FAin would I Chloris whom my heart adores, longer a while between thine arms remain; but loe, the jealous morn her Ro╌sie dores to spight me ope's, and brings the day a╌gain. Farewell, farewell, Chloris, 'tis time I dy'd, the night de╌parts, yet still my woes abide.
II.
Hence saucy flearing Candle of the Skies,
Let us alone we, have no need of thee:
Our eyes are ever day, where
Chloris eyes
Shine, that a pair of brighter Tapers bee.
Farewell, farewell, &c.
III.
O night! whose sable vaile was wont to be
More friend to Lovers, than the noisefull day:
Wherefore, O wherefore do'st thou fly from me,
And carry with thee all my joys away?
Farewell, farewell, &c.
Coyness in Love.
[...]
WHat means this Strangenesse now of late?
[...] since Time doth Truth approve:
[...] this distance may consist with State;
[...] it cannot stand with Love.
'Tis either cunning or distrust,
That do such ways allow:
The first is base, the last injust;
Let neither blemish you.
If you intend to draw me on,
You over act your part:
And if it be to have me gon,
You need not halfe this Art.
Speak but a word, or do but cast
One Look that seems to frown,
I'le give you all the love that's past,
The rest shall be mine own.
And such a faire and equall way
On both fides none can blame,
Since every man is bound to play
The fairest of his Game.
Love possest.
[...]
I Wish no more thou shouldst love mee,
[...] my joys are full in loving thee;
[...] my heart's too narrow to contain
[...] my blisse, if thou shouldst love me a╌gain.
Thy scorn may wound me, but my fate
Leads me to love, and thee to hate;
Yer I must love while I have breath,
For not to love were worse than death.
Then shall I sne for scorn or grace,
A lingring life, or death embrace;
Since one of these I needs must try,
Love me but once and let me dy.
Such mercy more thy same shall raise,
Than cruell life can yield thee praise;
It shall be counted who so dies,
No murder, but a sacrifice.
A Lovers Resolution.
[...]
TEll not I dye, or that I live by thee,
[...] and as thou points my doom, so it must be:
[...] Or that my life (didst thou but leave to love,)
[...] would like a long disease, as weary prove:
[...] Since he whose mind is proof a╌gainst his fate,
[...] makes himself happy at the worst estate.
II.
'Tis vanity for a man to build his blisse
On the frail favour of a womans kisse;
And most unmanly to enthrall his eye,
When Heaven and Nature gives it liberty:
Since Womens fancies with their fashions change,
To love for fashion to each face that's strange.
III.
I know the humour of your Sex is such
You ne'r could value any one thing much;
For should thy bred with constant flames be sir'd,
'Twere more then I expected, although desir'd:
Then think me not so fond, although I love,
But as thou stear'st thy course, so mine shal move.
IV.
He that hath wealth, and can that wealth for-goe,
Is his own man, not slave to any woe;
Thus arm'd with resolution, I am free,
Still o'recommer of my destinie:
Yet know I love, thou I can leave the state,
He best knows how to love, knows how to hate.
The Primrose.
[...]
ASk me why I send you here,
[...] this first╌ling of the Infant year?
[...] Ask me why I send to you,
[...] this Primrose all be-pearl'd with dew?
[...] I must whisper to your Eares,
[...] the sweets of Love are wash'd with tears.
Ask me why this Rose doth show
All yellow, green, and sickly too?
Ask me why the stalk is weak,
And yeelding each way, yet not break?
I must tell you, These discover
What doubts and fears are in a Lover.
Cupid's Embassage.
[...] GO little winged Archer and comey a flaming dart into her heart, then steal away as soon as thou hast set her all on sire, and lest her burning in her chaste desire.
II.
Thus teach her what it is to love, that she
When that her eyes
Do tyrannize
May pity me;
And know the flame that hath my heart possest
By the distemper of her scorched breast.
III.
And when she burns if she appease my flame
With smiles which fly,
Oft as her eye,
I'le do the same;
So may we love, and burn, but ne'r expire,
While we add fuell to each others fire.
Coridon to his Phillis.
[...]
COme lovely
Phillis — since it thy will is,
[...] to crown thy
Coridon with daffadilles.
[...] Here I will hold thee, and thus enfold thee,
[...] free from harms within these arms.
[...] With many kisses, as sweet as this is,
[...] I will repay to multiply thy blisses.
[...] Here I will hold thee, and thus enfold thee,
[...] free from harms within these arms.
Sweet, still be smiling, 'tis sweet beguiling
Of tedious hours and sorrows best exiling;
For if you lowre, the bankes no power
Will have to bring forth any pleasant slower;
Your eyes not granting
Their raies enchanting,
Mine may raine, bur 'twere in vain.
Thine eyes may wonder that mine asunder
Do from the Sun-shine draw thine to sit under;
Hold me unblam'd, to be enflam'd,
Where not to be so, youth were rather sham'd:
Since that the oldest
That thou beholdest
May feele fire of loves desire.
On Chloris attractive Beauty.
[...]
CLoris, farewell, I now must go,
[...] for if with thee I here doe stay,
[...] thine eyes prevail up╌on me so,
[...] I shall grow blind and lose my way.
Fame of thy Beauty, and thy Youth
Amongst the rest me hither brought;
Finding this fame fall short of truth,
Made me stay longer than I thought.
For thou may'st say 'twas not thy fault
That thou did'st thus unconstant prove;
Thou weit by my example taught
To break thy oath, to mend thy love.
For I'm engag'd by word and oath
A servant to anothers will;
Yet for thy love would forfeit both,
Could I be sure to keep it still.
No
Chloris, no, I will return,
And raise thy story to that height,
That Strangers shall at distance burn,
And she distrust me Reprobate.
But what assurance can I take,
When thou sore knowing this abuse,
For some more worthy Lovers sake,
Moy'st leave me with so just excuse.
Then shall my love this doubt displace,
And gain such trust, that I may come
And banquet sometimes on thy face,
But make my constant meals at home.
Clora forsaken, thus complains.
[...]
CHloris false love made
Clora weep,
[...] and by a river side her flock
[...] which she was wont to keep,
[...] neglecting thus she cry'd:
[...] Is't not In╌ju╌stice, O ye Gods!
[...] to kin╌dle my desire,
[...] and to leave his at so much ods,
[...] as there's no mutual fire.
[...] Poor victo╌ry, to peirce a heart
[...] that was a ten╌der one,
[...] but cowardise to spare your dart
[...] from his that was a stone.
As she thus mourn'd, the tears that fell
Down from her love-sick eyes,
Did in the water drop and swell,
And into bubbles rise.
Yet as Hessen multiply,
But in lesse form appears,
Thus do I languish from mine eye,
And grow new in my tears.
Wherein her bloubard face appears,
Now out alas, said she,
How do I melt away in tears
For him that loves not me.
Break not that Christall, circles me
Sweet streams by your fair side,
My love perhaps may walking be,
And I may be espi'd.
And thus in little drawn and drest
In sad tears attire,
May force such passions from his brest,
Shall equall my desire.
Reciprocal Love.
[...]
I Love a Lasse, but cannot show it,
[...] I keep a fire that burns with╌in,
[...] rak'd up in em╌bers: Ah could she know it,
[...] I might per╌haps be lov'd a╌gain:
[...] For a true love may justly call
[...] for friendship love reciprocall.
II.
Some gentle courteous winde betray me,
A sigh by wispering in her ear,
Or let some pitious shower convey me,
By dropping on her breast a tear,
Or two, or more; the hardest flint,
By often drops receives a dint.
III.
Shall I then vex my heart and rend it,
That is already too too weak;
No, no, they say, Lovers may send it,
By writing what they cannot speak:
Go then my Muse, and let this verse
Bring back my Life, or else my Hearse.
On Loves deceitful Charmes.
[...]
I Will not trust thy tempting graces,
[...] nor thy deceitfull charms,
[...] nor pris'ner be to thy imbraces,
[...] or fet╌ter'd in thine arms:
[...] No
Celia, no, not all thy art
[...] can wound or captivate my heart.
II.
I will not gaze upon thine eyes,
Nor wanton with thy haire,
Lest those should burn me by surprize,
Or these my soul insnare:
Nor with those smiling dangers play,
Or fool my liberty away.
III.
Since then my weary heart is free,
And unconfin'd as thine;
If thou would'st mine should captive be,
Thou must thine own resigne:
And Gratitude shall thus move more
Than Love or Beauty could before.
Beauty a fading Ornament.
[...]
LEt not thy Beau╌ty make thee proud,
[...] though Prin╌ces do adore thee,
[...] since time and sickness were alow'd
[...] to mow such flowers before thee.
II.
Nor be not shy to that degree
Thy friends may hardly know thee,
Not yet so coming, or so free,
That every fly may blow thee;
A state in every Princely brow,
As decent is requir'd,
Much more in thine, to whom they bow
By Beauties lightnings fit'd.
III.
And yet a state so sweetly mixt
With an attractive mildness;
It may like Vertue sit betwixt
The extreams of pride and vileness.
Then every eye that sees thy face
Will in thy Beauty glory,
And every tongue that wags will grace
Thy vertue with a story.
Beauty in Eclipse.
[...]
TEll me no more her Eyes are like
[...] to rising Suns, that wonder strike;
[...] For if 'twere so, how could it be,
[...] they could be thus eclips'd to me?
Tell me no more her Breasts do grow
Like rising Hills of melting Snow;
For if 'twere so, how could they lye
So near the Sun-shine of her eye?
Tell me no more the restless Spheares
Compar'd to her voyce, fright our ears;
For if 'twere so, how then could death
Dwell with such discord in her breath?
No, say her Eyes Portenders are
Of ruine, or some blazing starre,
Else would I feel from that fair fire
Some heat to cherish my desire.
Say that her Breasts, though cold as Snow,
Are hard as Marble, when I wooe;
Else they would soften and relent
With sighs inflamed, from me sent.
Say that although like to the Moon.
She heavenly fair, yet chang'd as soon;
Else she would constant once remain
Either to pity or disdain.
That so by one of them I might
Be kept alive, or murther'd quite;
For 'tis no less cruell there to kill,
Where life doth but increase the ill.
Cupid detected.
[...]
SIlly Heart forbear, those are murd'ring Eyes,
[...] in the which I swear
Cupid lur╌king lies:
[...] See his Quiver, see his Bow; to see his Dart,
[...] fly, O fly! thou foolish Heart.
Greedy Eyes, take heed, they are scorching Beams
Causing Hearts to bleed, & your Eyes spring streams:
Love lies watching with his Bow bent, and his Dart
For to wound both Eyes and Heart.
Think and gaze your fill, foolish Heart and Eyes,
Since you love your ill, and your good despise:
Cupid Shooting,
Cupid Darting, and his Band
Mortal powers cannot withstand.
Loves Flattery.
[...] WHen Caelia I in╌tend to flatter you, and tell you lyes to make you true, I swear there's none so fair, there's none so fair, and you beleive it too.
Oft have I matcht you with the Rose, and said
No twins so like hath nature made,
But 'tis
Only in this,
(vocal join)
You prick my hand and fade.
Oft have I said there is no pretious stone
But may be found in you alone;
Though I
No stone espy,
(vocal join)
Unlesse your heart be one.
When I praise your skin I quote the wooll
That Silk-worms from their Entrailes pull,
And show
That new fallen snow,
(vocal join)
Is not more beautifull.
Yet grow not proud by such Hyperboles
Were you as excellent as these
Whilst I
Before you ly,
(vocal join)
They might be had with ease.
Loves Theft.
[...]
HOw am I chang'd from what I was be╌fore I saw those Eyes?
[...] I had a heart, but now a╌las, that room is fill'd with sighs,
[...] for she that robb'd me, would not stay to let me ask her why
[...] she stol't or beg, she'd find some way this theft with hers t'supply.
Thus am I left to court my grief,
For when she's out of sight,
There can on earth be no relief,
Or ought that's true delight.
I'le therefore on some River side
Wander to breath my woe,
And ask those Nymphs how
Hylas dy'd
That I might do so too.
Power of Love.
[...]
SInce love hath in thine and mine eye
[...] kindled a holy flame,
[...] what pi╌ty 'twere to let it dye,
[...] what sin to quench the same?
[...] The stars that seem ex╌tinct by day,
[...] disclose their flames at night,
[...] and in a sable sense convey
[...] their loves in beams of light.
II.
So when the jealous Eye and Ear
Are shut or turn'd aside,
Our Tongues, our Eyes, may talk sans fear
Of being heard or spi'd.
What though our Bodies cannot meet
Loves fuels more divine;
The fixt stars by their twinkling greet,
And yet they never joyn.
III.
False Meteors that do change their place,
Though they shine fair and bright;
Yet when they covet to embrace,
Fall down and lose their light.
Thus while we shall preserve from waste
The flame of our desire,
No vestall shall maintain more chaste,
Or more immortal fire.
IV.
If thou perceive thy flame decay,
Come light thine Eyes at mine;
And when I feel mine aste away
I'le take new fire from thine.
A Motive to Love.
[...]
FAith be no longer coy,
[...] but let's enjoy
[...] what's by the world confest,
[...] Women love best:
[...] thy Beauty fresh as May
[...] will soon decay,
[...] besides within a year or two
[...] I shal be old, and cannot doe.
Do'st think that nature can
For every man,
Had she more, skill, provide
So fair a Bride?
Who ever had a Feast
For a single Guest?
No, without she did intend
To serve the Husband and his friend.
To be a little nice
Sets better price
On Virgins, and improves
Their Servants loves;
But on the riper years
It ill appears:
After a while you'l find this true,
I need provoking more then you.
On Liberty.
[...]
HOw happy'rt thou and I that never knew how to love?
[...] ther's no such blessing here beneath, what e're there is above;
[...] 'tis li╌berty, 'tis liberty, that e╌very wise man loves.
Out, out upon those Eyes, that think to murder mee,
And he's an Asse believes her fair, that is not kind and free:
Ther's nothing sweet, ther's nothing sweet to man, but Liberty.
I'le tye my Heart to none, nor yet confine mine Eyes,
But I will play my Game so well, I'le never want a prize:
'Tis liberty, 'tis liberty, has made me now thus wise.
Beauty and Love at ods.
[...]
BEauty and Love once fell at ods,
[...] and thus revil'd each other:
[...] Quoth Love, I am one of the gods,
[...] and you wait on my mother;
[...] thou hast no pow'r
[...] ore man at all, but what I gave to thee;
[...] nor art thou longer fair
[...] or sweet, then men acknowledge me.
Away fond Boy, then Beauty said,
We see that thou art blind,
But men have knowing eyes, and can
My graces better find:
'Twas I begot thee, Mortals know,
And call'd thee Blind desire;
I made thy Arrows, and thy Bow,
And Wings to kindle fire.
Love here in anger flew away,
And straight to
Vulcan pray'd
That he would tip his shasts with scorn,
To punish this proud Maid:
So Beauty ever since hath bin
But courted for an hour,
To love a day is now a sin
'Gainst Cupid and his power.
Love admits no Delay.
[...]
COme, O come, I brook no stay,
[...] she doth not love that can delay;
[...] see how the stealing Night
[...] hath blotted out the light,
[...] and Tapers do supply the day.
To be Chaste is to be Old,
And that soolish Girle that's cold
Is fourscore at fifteen,
Desires do write us green;
And looser Flames our Youth unfold.
See the first Taper's almost gon,
Thy flame like that will straight be none,
And I as it expire,
Not able to hold fire;
She loseth Time that lyes alone.
Let us cherish then these powers
Whiles we yet may call them ours;
Then we best spend our Time,
When no Dull Zealous Chime,
But sprightfull kisses strike the hour.
The Anglers Song.
For 2 Voc. Treble and Bass.
[...] MAns Life is but vain, for 'tis subject to pain and sorrow, and short as a Bubble; Tis a Hodg Podg of businesse, and Money and Care, and Care and Mony, and trouble. But we'l take no Care when the Weather proves Fair, nor will we Vex now though it Rain; wee'l banish all Sorrow, and Sing till to morrow, and Angle and Angle again.
On Attractive Beauty.
[...]
DOst see how unregarded now
[...] that piece of Beauty passes?
[...] There was a time when I did vow
[...] to that alone, but mark the fate of Faces;
[...] That Red and White works now no more on me,
[...] than if it could not charm, or I not see.
II.
And yet the Face continues good,
And I have still desires;
Am still the self-same Flesh and Blood,
As apt to melt, and suffer for those fires:
Oh some kind power unriddle where it lyes,
Whether my Heart be faultie or her Eyes.
III.
She every day her man doth kill,
And I as often dye;
Neither her Power then, nor my Will
Can question'd be, what is the Mysterie?
Sure Beauties Empires, like to greater States,
Have certain Periods set, and Hidden Fates.
Power of Love.
[...]
BRightest, since your pitying Eye
[...] saves whom it once condemn'd to die,
[...] whom lingering Time did long dismay,
[...] you have reliev'd in this short day:
[...] Propitious gods themselves can do no more;
[...] slow to Destroy, but active to restore.
From your Fair, but absent Look,
Cold Death her Pale Artilory took;
Till Gentle Love that Dart supprest,
And Lodg'd a Milder in your brest;
Like Fam'd
Acchillis mystick spear, thus you
Both scatter Wounds, and scatter Balsame too.
The Jovial Begger.
[...] FRom Hunger and Cold who liveth more free, and who so richly choathed as we? Our Bellies are full, and our Flesh it is Warm, and against Pride our Rags is a Charm: Enough is a Feast to Morrow, Let rich men take care, we feel no So [...]row.
A Protest against Love.
[...] NO, no, I never was in Love,
[...] nor ever hope to be;
[...] I have an Art protects my Heart
[...] from that fond Lu╌na╌cie.
[...] And yet I know that I have seen
[...] a world of Taking Faces;
[...] and spent much time in finding out
[...] their several hidden Graces.
This Lady for her pretty Shape
I often have admir'd:
That for her Fancy and her Wit;
I sometimes have desir'd.
But yet I never was in Love,
Nor ever hope to be:
Unless some Stronger Influence
Do draw my heart to thee.
The Excellency of Wine.
[...]
TIs Wine that inspires,
[...] and quencheth Love's fires,
[...] teaches fools how to rule a State;
[...] Maids ne'r did approve it,
[...] because those that love it,
[...] despise and laugh at their hate.
The Drinkers of Beer,
Did ne'r yet appear,
In matters of any Weight;
'Tis he whose designe,
Is quckn'd by Wine,
That raises things to their height.
We then should it prize,
For never black-Eyes
Made Wounds which this could not heal,
Who then doth refuse
To drink of this Juyce,
Is a Foe to the Common-Weal.
An Italian Ayre.
[...] VIctoria victoria victoria victori il miocore non Lagrimar piu non Lagrimar piu e' s'colta d'amore laservi╌tu victoria victoria il miocore non Lagrimar piu e scol╌ta damo╌re la servitu e' s'col╌tu d' amore la servitu: [...] [...]pioa tuoi danni fra stuoli disguardi Con╌ve╌ri Bugiar╌di di╌spo╌ve glin ganne le [...] forde gl' affanno non hanno piu luo╌co dil Crudo su╌o feco espect lar╌do╌re.
An Italian Ayre for two Voyces.
Cantus.
[...] COn bel se g [...]lla de se cretezza le ro╌ca se prende del bella bel╌la la lingua se firma de li╌ber╌diti e — de po╌ni╌ta Resto la donna que bella che piache que ta╌ce e Jo╌ve del core sensa crezza da mo╌re che piache che ta╌ce e Jo╌ve del co╌re sensa — crezza da mo╌re.
Bassus.
[...] COn bel se gella de se cretezza le ro╌ca se prende del bella bel╌la la lingua se firma de li╌ber╌diti e de po╌ni╌ta Resto la donna que bella che piache que ta╌ce e Jo╌ve del core sensa crezza da mo╌re che piache che ta╌ce e Jo╌ve del co╌re sensa — crezza da mo╌re.
Here endeth the AYRES for One or two Voyces to the
Theorbo-Lute, or
Basse-Viol.
SECOND BOOK: CONTAINING DIALOGUES For TWO VOYCES: To be Sung to the Theorboe Lute or Basse-Viol.
A Dialogue betwixt Phillis and Clorillo.
A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.
Philis.
[...]
I Prethee keep my sheep for me:
[...]
Clorillo, wilt thou, tell?
Clorillo.
[...] First, let me have a kiss of thee,
[...] and I — will keep them well.
Phillis.
[...] If thou a while but to my little flock will look,
[...] thou shalt have this imbroidred skrip and silver hook.
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Clorillo.
[...] No other favour or reward I crave,
[...] but one poor kisse.
Philis.
[...] A kisse thou must not have.
Clorillo.
[...] And why?
Phillis.
[...] Such enticements Maids must fly:
[...] this Garland thou shalt have of Roses and of Lil╌lies.
Clorillo.
[...] Nor Skrip, nor Hook, nor Garland sweetest
Phillis, do I require,
[...] to kisse thy fresh and Ro╌sie lip is onely my desire.
Phillis.
[...] Take then a kisse, and let me goe,
[...] till I return thy care upon my flocks bestow.
Chorus together.
[...] Sweet sweet is that kisse that doth with true and just desire
[...] as much a╌nother give, as to it self require.
[...] Sweet sweet is that kisse that doth with true and just desire
[...] as much a╌nother give, as to it self require.
A Dialogue between
Silvia and
Thirsis.
For Bass and Treble.
Thirsis.
[...]
DEar
Silvia, let thy
Thirsis know
[...] what 'tis that makes those tears o'reflow.
[...] Are the Kids that us'd to play
[...] and skip so nimbly gon astray?
[...] Are
Cloris flowers more fresh and green?
[...] Or is some other Nimph made Queen?
[...]
Silvia.
[...]
Thirsis. do'st thou think that I can grieve for this, when thou art by?
Thirsis.
[...] What is it then?
Silvia.
[...] My father bids that I no longer feed my Kids with thine but
Coridons, and wear none but his Garlands on my haire.
Thirsis
[...] Why so? Why so my
Silvia? Will he keep
[...] thy flocks more
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[...] Will the Nimphs envy more thy praise,
[...] when chanced with his round delays?
Sylvia.
[...] No
Thirsis, I my flocks must joyn
[...] with his, 'cause they are more then thine.
Chorus.
[...] Fathers cruell as the Rocks,
[...] joyn not their children, but their flocks, their flocks,
[...] and
Hymen cals to light his torches there, and
Hymen cals to light his torches there,
[...] where fortune, not affections equall are.
[...] Fathers cruell as the rocks, cruell as the rocks,
[...] joyn not their children, but their flocks, their flocks,
[...] and
Hymen cals,
Hymen cals to light his torches there,
[...] and
Hymen cals, and
Hymen cals to light his torches there,
[...] where fortune, not affections equall are.
A Dialogue between a Shepherd and Lucinda.
Shepherd.
[...]
DId not you once
Lucinda vow,
[...] you would love none but me?
Lucinda.
[...] I, but my mother tels me now
[...] I must love wealth, not thee.
Shep.
[...] 'Tis not my fault, my sheep are lean,
[...] or that they are so few.
Luc.
[...] Nor mine, I cannot love so mean,
[...] so poor a thing as you.
Shep.
[...] Cruell, cruell thy love is in thy power,
[...] fortune is not in mine.
Luc.
[...] But Shepherd, think how great my dower
[...] is in respect of thine.
Shep.
[...] Ah me! ah me!
Luc.
[...] Ah me!
Shep.
[...] Mock you my grief?
Luc.
[...] I pit╌ty thy hard fate.
Shep.
[...] Pity, for Love is poor releief, is poor relief, is poor relief,
[...] I'd
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Luc.
[...] But I must love thee.
Shep.
[...] No.
Luc.
[...] But I must love thee.
Shep.
[...] No.
Luc.
[...] Believe,
Shep.
[...] No.
Luc.
[...] Believe.
Shep.
[...] No.
Luc.
[...] I'le seal it with a kiss, and give thee no more cause to grieve
[...] then what thou findst in this:
[...] I'le give thee no more cause to grieve,
[...] then what thou findst in this.
Chorus.
[...] Be witness then, be witness then you powers above,
[...] and by these ho╌ly bands
[...] let it appear that truest love
[...] grows not on wealth, grows not on wealth, grows not on wealth grows not on wealth
[...] nor lands.
[...] Be witness then, be witness then you powers above,
[...] and by these ho╌ly bands
[...] let it appear that truest love
[...] grows not on wealth, grows not on wealth, grows not on wealth, grows not on wealth grows not on wealth
[...] nor lands.
A Dialogue between Daphne and Strephon.
Strephon.
[...]
COme my
Daphne, come away,
[...] we do waste the cristal day.
Daphne.
[...] 'Tis
Strephon calls, what would my Love?
Strephon.
[...] Come follow to the Mirtle Grove,
[...] where
Venus shal prepare new chaplets for thy hair.
Daphne.
[...] Were I shut up within a tree,
[...] I'd rend my bark to follow thee.
Strephon.
[...] My Shepherdess make haste,
[...] the minutes slide so fast.
Daphne.
[...] In those cooler shades, will I
[...] blind as
Cupid kisse your Eye.
Strephon.
[...] In thy bosome then I'le stray,
[...] in such warm snow, who would not lose his way?
Chorus.
[...] We'l laugh and leave this world behind,
[...] and gods themselves that see,
[...] shall envy thee and me,
[...] but never find such joyes when they embrace a Di╌e╌ty.
[...] We'l laugh and leave this world behind,
[...] and gods themselves that see,
[...] shall envy thee and me,
[...] but never find such joyes when they embrace a Di╌e╌ty.
A Dialogue between Shepherd and Shepherdess.
Shepherdess.
[...]
FOrbear fond Swain, I cannot love.
Shepherd.
[...] I prethee fair one, tell me why thou art so cold?
Shepherdess.
[...] You do but move to take away my liber╌ty.
Shepherd.
[...] I'le keep thy sheep whilst thou shalt play;
[...] Delight shall make each Moneth a
May.
Shepherdess.
[...] Those pleasant are unthrifty hours.
Shepherd.
[...] Thou shalt have the choycest flowers, wax and Hony, milk & wool,
[...] of ripest fruits thy belly full.
Shepherdess.
[...] My flocks I'le keep by thine.
Shepherd.
[...] Not so, but let them undistinguisht go.
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Shepherdess.
[...] I can afford no more.
Shepherd.
[...] Ah cease! Love come so ar may yet increase.
Shepherdess
[...] Each day I'le grant a kiss.
Shepherd.
[...] Our blisses must not conclude, but spring from kisses.
Shepherhess.
[...] Then Shepherd love thy fill.
Shepherd.
[...] I shall, who knows how much loves not at all.
Chorus.
[...] Then draw we both our flocks up hither,
[...] that we may pitch, That we may pitch our folds together.
[...] Amidst our chast imbracements meet,
[...] our selves as blame╌less as our sheep,
[...] our selves as blame╌lesse as our sheep.
[...] Then draw we both our flocks up hither,
[...] That we may pitch, that we may pitch our folds together.
[...] Amidst our chast imbraces meet,
[...] Our selves as blameless as our sheep,
[...] Our selves as blameless as our sheep.
A Dialogue betwixt an Nymph and a Shepherd.
Nymph.
[...]
TEll me
Shepherd dost thou Love?
Shepherd.
[...] Tell me
Nymph why wouldst thou know?
Nymph.
[...] Thy wandring Flocks that without guide doth Rove
[...] thy blubber'd Eyes, that still with teares doth flow,
[...] makes me to ask.
Shep.
[...] I do.
Nymph.
[...] Dear
Shepherd tell me who?
Shep.
[...] I Love a
Nymph, from whose bright Eyes
[...]
Phoebe doth her brightness borrow,
[...] where Love did first my heart surprize,
[...] where since hath sate my sorrow.
Chorus together.
[...] Love sits inthron'd within the circle of bright Eyes.
[...] Love sits inthron'd within the circle of bright Eyes.
Nymph.
[...] But tell me
Shepherd, doth her Vertues Beauty equal?
Shep.
[...] As She in Beauty doth all else excel,
[...] so are her Vertues without parallel;
Nymph.
[...] Doth she disdain thee?
Shep.
[...] No.
Nymph.
[...] Why griev'st thou then?
Shep.
[...] Because her love is only worthy of the
gods, not men.
Chorus.
[...] Loves chiefest joy is but a pleasing anguish,
[...] who lives in Love, doth dying live, and living languish.
[...] Loves chiefest joy is but a pleasing anguish,
[...] who lives in Love, doth dying live, and living languish.
A Dialogue between Strephon and Phillis.
Phillis.
[...]
SHepherd in faith I cannot stay,
[...] my wandring flocks call me away.
Strephon.
[...]
Phillis, I swear, since I have caught thee now,
[...] upon thy rosie lips I'le pay my vow.
Phillis.
[...] Who lives in love, may not by force constrain.
Strephon.
[...] Where imprecation false oaths must obtain.
Phillis.
[...] I prethee
Strephon leave me.
Strephon.
[...] Dear
Phillis, leave to contemn me.
Phillis.
[...] Nay, then I see, nay then I see, I must my selfe defend.
Strephon.
[...] Vain is all defence and art.
Phillis.
[...] Cruel, cruel, thou dost of breath bereave me.
Chorus.
[...] Since I have thee e're I part, I'le somother thee with kisses,
[...] printing on thy lips, printing on thy lips a thousand such as this is.
[...]
Thus Strephon
bold laid down his lovely Phillis.
[...]
And kist her breathless, and kist her breathless upon a bank of Lillies.
[...] Since I have thee e're I part, I'le smother thee with kisses,
[...] printing on thy lips, printing on thy lips a thousand,
(vocal join) such as this is.
[...]
Thus Strepon
bold laid down his lovely Phillis.
[...]
And kist her breathless, and kist her breathless upon a bank of Lillies.
A Dialogue between Venus and Vulcan.
Venus.
[...]
VUlcan, Vulcan, O
Vulcan, my Love!
Vulcan.
[...] Who cals? Who names me here, 'mongst flames?
Venus.
[...] Sweet, hear my plaint, give sorrow ease.
Vulcan.
[...] Thy sacred power who dares displease?
Venus.
[...] A╌las, forlorn
Cupid! my wayward Son doth scorn Loves just decree,
[...] my awfull hest and heavenly De╌i╌tie.
Vulcan.
[...] Is he so bold? well, for thy sake, I that his Arrows heads
[...] have us'd to make of piercing steel,
[...] which Lo╌vers feel, will temper lead,
[...] whose force is dull, and — stroke is dead.
[...] So that henceforth all men may blith
[...]ly sing,
[...]
Cupid's no God, his Bow a — Toy, his Shaft no fearful thing.
Chorus.
[...] So that henceforth all men may blith╌ly sing,
[...]
Cupid's no God, his Bow a — Toy, his Shafts no — fearful thing.
[...] So that henceforth all men may blith╌ly sing,
[...]
Cupid's no God, his Bow a — Toy, his Shafts no fearful thing.
A Dialogue between Charon and Philomel.
Phil.
[...]
CHaron, O gentle
Charon! let me woo thee with tears, and pity now to come to me.
Char.
[...] What voyce so sweet and charming do I hear? Say what thou art?
Phil.
[...] I prethee first draw near.
Char.
[...] A sound I hear,
[...] but nothing yet I see: Speak where thou art?
Phil.
[...] O
Charon, pit╌ty me!
[...] I am a shade, & though no name I tell,
[...] my mournfull voyce will say I'm
Philomel.
Char.
[...] What's that to me? I waft, nor fish, nor fowl,
[...] nor beast, Fond thing, but only humane souls.
Phil.
[...] Alas for me!
Char.
[...] Shame on thy warbling note,
[...] that made me hoise my sail, and bring my boat,
[...] but Ile return: what mischief brought thee hither?
Phil.
[...] A
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Char.
[...] What's thy request?
Phil
[...] That since she's now beneath
[...] that fed my life, I follow her in death.
Char.
[...] And's that all? I'm gone.
Phil.
[...] For love I pray thee.
Char.
[...] Talk not of love, all pray, but no souls pay me.
Phil.
[...] I'le give thee sighs and tears.
Char.
[...] Can tears pay scores
[...] for patching sails, or mending boat, or oars?
Phil.
[...] I'le beg a penny, or I'le sing so long,
[...] till thou shalt say I'ave pay'd thee in a Song.
Char.
[...] Why, then being.
Chorus both together.
[...] And all the while we make our sloathful passage o're the Stygian Lake,
[...] thou and Ile sing, thou and Ile sing, to make these dull shades merry;
[...] who else with tears will doubtless drown our Fer╌ry.
[...] And all the while we make our sloathful passage o're the Stygian Lake,
[...] thou and Ile sing, thou and Ile sing to make these dull shades merry;
[...] who else with tears will doubt╌less drown our Fer╌ry.
A Dialogue between Thyrsis and Damon.
Damon.
[...]
THyrsis, kind Swain, come near,
[...] and lend a sigh, a tear,
[...] to thy sad Friend; Forsaken
Damon cals.
Thyrsis.
[...] Poor Wight,
[...] I come; But wherefore in this plight?
[...] Thine eyes are red, thy griefs are swel╌ling:
[...] Tell them, Sorrow's half cur'd by telling.
Damon.
[...] Take then the cause of all my woes,
[...]
Phillis is gone.
Thyrsis.
[...] Why, let her go,
[...] 'tis but with other Nimphs and Swains,
[...] to sport upon the Neigb'ring Plains;
[...] she'l come again, be't but to find
[...] the Heart with thee she left behind.
Damon.
[...] Alas, she's taken mine! Her's free
[...] as Ayre is gone un╌chain╌'d by me,
[...] though
[Page 83]I with such devotion sought
[...] her love, as to great
Pan I ought,
[...] whilst my pale look and scatter'd sheep
[...] show'd I, nor thoughts, nor flocks could keep.
Thirsis.
[...] Chere up, and lightly by her set.
Damon.
[...] He never lov'd that could forget.
Chorus.
[...] Love is a Riddle, which he best unties,
[...] whose reason's not betray'd by his eyes,
[...] whose reason's not betray╌ed, betray╌ed by his eyes.
[...] Love is a Riddle, which he best unties,
[...] whose reason's not betrayed by his eyes,
[...] whose reason's not betray'd, betray'd by his eyes.
A Glee to Bachus with Chorus for Three voyces to be sung between every verse.
Chorus.
Cantus.
[...] TO
Bacchus we to
Bacchus sing,
[...] with wine and mirth we'l conjure him, we'l conjure him, with wine and mirth we'l conjure him.
Tenor.
[...] TO
Bacchus we to
Bacchus sing,
[...] with Wine and mirth with
(vocal join) we'l conjure we'l conjure him, we'l conjure him, with wine and mirth we'l conjure him.
Bassus.
[...] TO
Bacchus, to
Bacchus, we to
Bacchus sing,
[...] with Wine and mirth we'l conjure we'l conjure him, we'l conjure him, with wine and mirth we'l conjure him.
First verse.
[...]
BY his Mothers Eye,
[...] and his Fathers Thigh,
[...] by her God brought to light,
[...] and his too glorious sight;
[...] By
Junoes deceit,
[...] and by thy sad retreat,
[...] appear, appear, appear, appear in Bottles here.
Chorus
again.
Second verse.
[...] BY
Ariadnes wrongs,
[...] and the false youths harms,
[...] by the Rock in his breast,
[...] and her tears fore opprest,
[...]
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[...] and the Pleasures of a bed,
[...] appear, appear, appear, appear in Bottles here.
Third verse.
[...] BY this purple Wine
[...] thus pour'd on the shrine;
[...] and by this Beer glasse
[...] to the next kind Lass;
[...] by a Girle twice nine,
[...] that will claspe like a Vine,
[...] that will claspe thee like a Vine,
[...] appear, appear, appear, appear, in Bottles here.
Fourth verse.
[...] BY the men thou'st won,
[...] and the women undone;
[...] By the friendship thou hast made,
[...] and the secrets betray'd;
[...] By the power over sorrow,
[...] thus charm'd till to morrow.
[...] appear, appear, appear, appear in Bottles Beer.
To
Bacchus, &c.
A Glee to the Cook.
A. 3. Voc.
First Treble.
[...]
BRing out the cold Chine, the cold Chine to mee,
[...] and how Ile Charge him Come and see.
Bass alone.
[...] Brawn Tusked Brawn, well sowst and fine,
[...] with a precious Cup of Muscadine.
Chorus for three Voyces.
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall wee looke
[...] in Honour in Honour of the Master Cooke?
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall wee looke
[...] in Honour in Honour of the Master Cooke?
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall I sing?
[...] How shall wee looke
[...] in Honour in Honour of the Master Cooke?
First Treble.
[...] The Pig shall turn Round, and Answer mee;
[...] Canst thou spare me a Sholder?
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Second Treble.
[...] A╌wy A╌wy.
First Treble.
[...] The Duck, Goose, and Capon: Good fellows all three
[...] shall dance thee an Antick, so shall the Turkey.
[...] But O! the cold Chine, the cold Chine for me.
Second Treble.
[...] With Brew╌is Ile 'noint thee from Head to th' Heel,
[...] shall make thee Run Nimbler then the new oyled Wheel.
Bass alone.
[...] With Pye-crust wee'l make thee the Eighth Wiseman to bee;
[...] but O! the cold Chine, the cold Chine, but O! the cold Chine for mee.
Chorus of three Voyces again.
[...] How shall, &c.
The Tinker.
A 2 Voc.
Bass and Treble.
[...]
HE that a
Tinker a
Tinker a
Tinker would be,
[...] let him leave other Loves, and come listen to me:
[...] Though he travel all the Day, he comes Home late at Night,
[...] and Dallies, and Dallies with his Doxey, and Dreams of Delight.
Bass alone.
[...] His Pot and his Tost in the Morning he takes
[...] and all the Day long good Musick he makes:
[...] He wanders the World to Wakes and to Fairs,
[...] and casts his Cap, and casts his Cap at the Court and her Cares.
Treble.
[...] When to the Town the
Tinker doth come,
Chorus.
[...] O! how the wanton Wenches run.
[...] O! how the wanton Wenches run.
Bass alone.
[...] Some bring him basons, some bring him boles;
[...] all Wenches pray him to stop up their holes.
Chorus.
[...] Tink goes the Hammer, the Skillet and the Scummer. Come bring me the Copper Kettle
[...] for the
Tinker, the
Tinker, the Merry Merry
Tinker, O! he is the Man of Metle.
[...] Tink goes the Hammer, the Skillet and the Scummer. Come bring me the Copper Kettle
[...] for the
Tinker, the
Tinker, the Merry Merry
Tinker, O! he is the Man of Metle, O! he is the Man of Metle.
A Glee.
Treble and Bass.
A. 2. Voc.
[...]
Fly Boy, Fly Boy to the Cellars bottome,
[...] view well your Quills and Bung, Sir:
[...] draw Wine to preserve the Lungs, Sir;
[...] not Rascally Wine, to Rot um.
[...] If the Quills run foule,
[...] be a trusty Soule,
[...] and Cane it;
[...] for the Health is such,
[...] an ill drop will much
[...] an ill drop will much
[...] profane it.
[...] Fly Boy to the Cellars bottome,
[...] view well your Quills and Bung, Sir:
[...] draw Wine to preserve the Lungs, Sir;
[...] not Rascally Wine, to Rot um.
[...] If the Quills run foule,
[...] be a trusty Soule,
[...] and Cane it;
[...] for the Health is such,
[...] an ill drop will much
[...] an ill drop will much
[...] profane it.
Here Endeth the Second Part of this Book; being
Dialogues and
Glees for two Voices, to the
Theorboe-Lute, or
Bass-Viol.
THIRD BOOK. CONTAINING Short AYRES or BALADS for Three Voyces: Which may be sung either by a Voyce alone, or by Two or Three Voyces.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
I Wish no more thou shouldst love me,
[...] my joys are full in loving thee;
[...] my Heart's too narrow to contain
[...] my bliss, if thou shouldst love again.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] I Wish no more thou shouldst love mee,
[...] my joys are full in loving thee;
[...] my Heart's too narrow to contain
[...] my bliss, if thou shouldst love again.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] I Wish no more thou shouldst love mee,
[...] my joys are full in loving thee;
[...] my Hearts too narrow to contain
[...] my bliss, if thou shouldst love again.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
THough I am young and cannot tell,
[...] either what love or death is well;
[...] and then again I have been told,
[...] love wounds with heat, love wounds with heat, and death with cold
Yet I have heard they both bear darts,
And both do aime at humane hearts;
So that I fear they do but bring
Extreams to touch, and mean one thing.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] THough I am young, and cannot tell,
[...] either what love or death is well,
[...] and then again I have been told,
[...] love wounds with heat, love wounds with heat, and death with cold.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] THough I am young, and cannot tell,
[...] either what love or death is well;
[...] and then again I have been told,
[...] love wounds with heat, love wounds with heat, and death with cold.
Chloris taking the Ayre.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
COme
Chloris, hie we to the Bowr'
[...] to sport us ere the day be done;
[...] such is thy Pow'r,
[...] that ev'ry Flow'r
[...] will ope to thee as to the Sun.
II.
And if a Flow'r but chance to dye
With my sights blasts, or mine Eyes rain,
Thou can'st revive it with thine Eye,
And with thy breath mak't sweet again.
III.
The wanton Suckling and the Vine
Will strive for th' honour, who first may
With their green Arms incircle thine,
To keep the burning Sun away.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
COme
Chloris, hie we to the Bow'r
[...] to sport us ere the day be done;
[...] such is thy Pow'r
[...] that ev'ry Flow'r
[...] will ope to thee as to the Sun.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
COme
Chloris, hie we to the Bow'r
[...] to sport us ere the day be done;
[...] such is thy Pow'r,
[...] that ev'ry Flow'r
[...] will ope to thee as to the Sun.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
WHen
Troy Town for ten years Wars
[...] withstood the
Greeks in manful wise,
[...] yet did their Foes encrease so fast,
[...] that to resist none could suffice.
[...] Waste lie those Wals that were so good,
[...] and Corn now grows where
Troy Town stood.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] WHen
Troy Town for ten years Wars,
[...] withstood the
Greeks in manful wise,
[...] yet did their Foes encrease so fast,
[...] that to resist none could suffice.
[...] Waste lie those Wals that were so good,
[...] and Corn now grows where
Troy Town stood.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] VVHen
Troy Town for ten years Wars
[...] , withstood the
Greeks in manful wise
[...] yet did their Foes increase so fast,
[...] that to resist none could suffice.
[...] Waste lie those Wals that were so good,
[...] and Corn now grow where
Troy Town stood.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
FRom the fair
Lavi╌ni╌an Shore,
[...] I your Markets come to store.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of Gold;
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry what d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
[...] Muse not though so far I dwell,
[...] and my Wares come here to sell.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of Gold;
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry what d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
I have Beauty, Honour, Grace,
Fortune, Favour, Time, and Place;
And what else thou would'st request,
Even the Thing thou likest best.
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then come to me Lad
Thou shalt have what thy Dad
Never gave, for here it is to be sold.
Maddam, come see what you lack,
Here's Complexion in my Pack;
White and Red you may have in this place,
To hide your old ill wrinkled Face;
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then thou shalt seem
Like a Wench of Fisteen,
Although thou be threescore Years old.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] FRom the fair
Lavinian Shore,
[...] I your Markets come to store.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of gold,
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry what d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
[...] Muse not though so far I dwel
[...] and my wares come here to sell.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of gold,
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry what d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] FRom the fair
Lavinian shore,
[...] I your Markets come to store.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of gold,
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry what d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
[...] Muse not though so far I dwel,
[...] and my wares come here to sell.
[...] Such is the sacred hunger of gold,
[...] then come to my Pack,
[...] while I cry, What d'ye lack,
[...] what d'ye buy? For here it is to be sold.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
WHere the
Bee sucks there suck I,
[...] in a Cowslips bell I lie,
[...] there I cowch when
Owles do crie,
[...] on the
Batts back I do flie
[...] after Summer merrilie.
[...] Merrilie merrilie shal I live now
[...] under the bloslom that hangs on the bow.
[...]
Merily merily shal I live now
[...]
under the blossom that hangs on the bow.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] VVHere the
Bee sucks there suck I,
[...] in a Cowslips bell I lie,
[...] there I cowch when
Owles do cry,
[...] on the
Batts back I do fly
[...] after Summer merrilie.
[...] Merrilie merrilie shal I live now
[...] under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
[...] Merrilie merrilie shal I live now
[...] under the blossom that hangs on the bow
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] VVHere the
Bee sucks there suck I,
[...] in a Cowslips bell I lie,
[...] there I cowch when
Owles do cry,
[...] on the
Batts back I do flie
[...] after Summer merrilie.
[...] Merrilie merrilie shal I live now
[...] under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
[...] Merrilie merrilie shal I live now
[...] under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
WHen Love with uncon╌fi╌ned wings
[...] hovers within my Gates,
[...] and my divine
Althea brings
[...] to whisper at my Grates.
[...] When I lie tan╌gled in her Hair,
[...] and fetter'd with her Eye,
[...] the Birds that wanton in the Air
[...] know no such liberty.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] WHen Love with unconfined wings
[...] hovers within my Gates,
[...] and my divine
Althe╌a brings
[...] to whisper at my Grates.
[...] When I lie tangled in her Hair,
[...] and fet╌ter'd with her Eye,
[...] the Birds that wanton in the Air
[...] know no such liberty.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] VVHen Love with unconfined wings
[...] hovers within my Gates,
[...] and my divine
Althea brings
[...] to whisper at my Grates.
[...] When I lie tangled in her Hair,
[...] and fettter'd with her Eye,
[...] the Birds that wanton in the Air
[...] know no such liberty.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
DO not fear to put thy feet
[...] naked in the Ri╌ver sweet,
[...] think not Neute, nor Leech, nor Toad
[...] will bite thy foot when thou hast trod;
[...] nor let the waters, rising high,
[...] nor let the waters, rising high,
[...] as thou wad'st in make thee cry
[...] and sob, but ever live with mee,
[...] and not a wave shall trouble thee.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
DO not fear to put thy feet
[...] naked in the River sweet,
[...] think not Neute, nor Leech nor Toad
[...] will bite thy foot when thou hast trod;
[...] nor let the waters rising high,
[...] nor let the waters, rising high,
[...] as thou wad'st in make thee cry
[...] and sob, but ever live with mee,
[...] and not a wave shall trouble thee.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
DO not fear to put thy feet
[...] naked in the Ri╌ver sweet,
[...] think not Neut, nor Leech, nor Toad
[...] will bite thy foot when thou hast trod;
[...] nor let the waters rising high,
[...] nor let the waters rising high,
[...] as thou wad'st in make thee cry
[...] and sob, but ever live with mee,
[...] and not a wave shall trouble thee.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
IN the merry month of
May,
[...] on a morn by break of day,
[...] forth I walkt the Wood so wide,
[...] when as
May was in her pride;
[...] There I spy'd all alone all alone
[...]
Philida and
Co╌ri╌don.
Much adoe there was, God wot,
He did love, but she could not;
He said his love was to woo,
She said none was false to you;
He said, he had lov'd her long,
She said, love should take no wrong.
Coridon would have kist her then,
She said, Maids must kisse no Men,
Till they kisse for good and all;
Then she bad the Shepherd call
All the Gods to witness truth,
Ne'r was loved so fair a youth.
Then with many a pretty Oath,
As Yea and Nay, and Faith and Troth;
Such as silly Shepherds use
When they would not love abuse;
Love which had been long deluded,
Was with kisses sweet concluded.
And
Phillida with Garlands gay
Was Crowned the Lady
May.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] IN the merry month of
May,
[...] on a morn by break of day,
[...] forth I walkt the Wood so wide,
[...] when as
May was in her pride;
[...] there I spy'd all alone all alone
[...]
Phil╌ida and
Coridon.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] IN the merry month of
May,
[...] on a morn by break of day,
[...] forth I walkt the Wood so wide,
[...] when as
May was in her pride;
[...] there I spy'd all alone all alone
[...]
Phi╌li╌da and
Co╌ri╌don.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
O My
Clarissa! thou cruel Fair,
[...] bright as the Morning, and soft as the Air;
[...] Fresher than Flow'rs in
May,
[...] yet far more sweet than they;
[...] Love is the subject of my prayer.
When first I saw thee, I felt a flame,
Which from thine Eyes like lightning came;
Sure it was Cupid's Dart,
It peirc'd quite through my heart;
Oh, could thy breast once feele the same!
Let not such Fortune my Love betide;
Oh, let your rocky breast be mollifi'd!
Send me not to my Grave
Unpittyed like a slave;
How can love such usage abide?
A wound so powerfull would urge thy soule,
Spight of a froward heart, coyness controule,
And make thy love as fixt
As is the heart thou prik'st,
Forcing thee with me to condole.
Sympathize with me a while in grief,
This passion quickly will find out relief;
Cupid wil from his Bowers
Warm these chill hearts of ours,
And make his power rule there in chief.
Then would the God of Love equall bee,
Giving me ease, as by wounding thee;
Then would you never scorn,
When like to me you burn;
At least not prove unkind to mee.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
O My
Clarissa! thou cruel Fair,
[...] bright as the Morning, and soft as the Air:
[...] Fresher than flowers in
May,
[...] yet far more sweet than they;
[...] Love is the subject of my prayer.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] O My
Clarissa! thou cruel Fair,
[...] bright as the Morning, and soft as the Air:
[...] Fresher than flowers in
May,
[...] yet far more sweet than they;
[...] Love is the subject of my prayer.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
GAther your Rose buds while you may,
[...] Old Time is still a flying;
[...] And that same Flow'r that smiles to day,
[...] to morrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he is getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That Age is best that is the first,
While youth and blood are warmer;
Expect not the last and worst,
Time still succeeds the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
While you may go marry,
For having once but lost your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Cantus Secundus.
A 3. Voc.
[...]
GAther your Rose buds while you may,
[...] Old
Time is still a flying;
[...] And that same Flow'r that smiles to day,
[...] to morrow will be dying.
Bassus.
A 3. Voc.
[...]
GAther your Rose buds while you may,
[...] old
Time is stil a flying;
[...] And the same Flow'r that smiles to day
[...] to morrow will be dying.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
FEar not, dear Love, that I'le reveal
[...] those hours of pleasure we two steal,
[...] no Eye shall see, nor yet the Sun,
[...] descry what thou and I have done.
No ear shall hear our Love, but we
As silent as the night will be,
The God of Love himself, (whose dart
Did first wound mine, and then thy heart.)
Shall never know that we can tell,
What sweets in stoln embraces dwell;
This onely means may find it out,
If when I die, Physicians doubt.
What caus'd my death, and then to view
Of all their judgments which was true;
Rip up my heart, O then I sear
The world will see thy picture there.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
FEar not, dear Love, that I'le reveal
[...] those hours of pleasure we two steal,
[...] no Eye shall see, nor yet the Sun,
[...] descry what thou and I have done.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
FEar not, dear Love, that I'le reveal
[...] those hours of pleasure we two steal,
[...] no Eye shall see, nor yet the Sun,
[...] descry what thou and I have done.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...]
FIne young Folly, though you wear
[...] that fair beauty, I did swear,
[...] yet you ne'r could reach my
heart,
[...] for we
courtiers learn at school
[...] only with your
sex to fool,
[...] y'r not worth our
serious part.
When I sigh and kiss your hand,
Crosse mine Armes, and wondring stand,
Holding fairly with your eye:
Then dilate on my desires,
Swear the Sun ne'r shot such fires,
All is but a handsome lye.
Wherefore, Madam, wear no cloud,
Nor to check my flames grow proud;
For insooth I much do doubt,
'Tis the powder in your hair,
Not your breath persumes the Air,
And your cloaths that set you out.
When I eye your Curles or Lace,
Gentle soul, you think your face
Straight some murder doth commit;
And your conscience doth begin
To be scrup'lous of my sin,
When I court to shew my wit.
Yet though truth hath this confest,
And I swear I love in jest,
Courteous soul, when next I court,
And protest an amorous flame
You I vow, I in earnest am,
Bedlam, this is pretty sport.
Cantus Secundus.
A 3. Voc.
[...] FIne young Folly, though you wear
[...] thar fair beauty, I did swear
[...] yet you ne'r, you ne'r could reach my
heart,
[...] for we
courtiers learn at school
[...] only with your
sex to fool,
[...] y'r not worth our
serious part.
Bassus.
A 3. Voc.
[...] FIne young Folly, though you wear
[...] that fair beauty, I did swear
[...] yet you ne'r you ne'r could reach my
heart,
[...] for we
courtiers learn at school
[...] only with your
sex to fool,
[...] y'r not worth our
serious part.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] SIng fair Clorinda, fair Clorinda sing, whilst you move those that attend the throne, the throne above, to leave their holy business there; shall so much harmony attend to think the sphears were made in vain? Since here's a voyce quickens the sloth of natures age, it comforts growth, it comforts growth in all her works, and can provoke a Lilly to out╌live an Oake, and can provoke a Lilly, can provoke a Lilly to out╌live an Oake.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] SIng fair Clorin╌da, sing, sing, whilst you move those that attend the throne above, to leave their holy business there, till each with his obedient ear shall so much har╌mo╌ny at╌tain, to think the sphears were made in vain: Since here's a voyce quickens the sloth of natures age, it comforts growth, it comforts growth in all her works, and can provoke a Lil╌ly, and can provoke a Lilly, and can provoke a Lilly, can provoke a Lilly, and can provoke a Lilly to out╌live an Oake.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] SIng fair Clorinda, sing, sing, whilst you move those that attend the throne above, to leave their ho╌ly business there, till each with his obedient ear shall so much harmony at╌tain, to think the sphears were made in vain: Since here's a voyce quickens the sloth of natures age, it comforts growth in all her works, and can provoke a Lilly and can provoke a Lil╌ly, and can provoke a Lil╌ly to out╌live an Oake.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] SMiths are good Fellows, good Fellows, they Blow the Bellows, they Blow the Bellows, they Blow the Bellows while the Iron's hot; though there gains be small, Thy pot and my pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot and my pot, and thy pot their Hammers call. Hallow, Hallow, Hallow is the White Mare Fallow, hold foot while I strike, stand fast, stand fast, stand fast with a Winion: Thy pot and my pot, come thy pot, come my pot and thy pot sure 'tis but opinion Ale hurts the sight, For continually con╌ti╌nu╌al╌ly, Thy pot and my pot, come thy pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot their Hammers call.
Cantus Secundus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] SMiths are good Fellows, they blow the Bellows, they blow the Bellows, they blow the Bellows, while the Irons hot; though their gains be small. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, and my pot their Hammers call. Hallow, hallow is the white Mare fallow, hold foot while I strike, stand fast, stand fast, stand fast with a winion. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, and my pot, and thy pot come sure 'tis but opinion, but opinion, Ale hurts the Sight for continually. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, come thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, and my pot their Hammers call.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
SMiths are good Fellows, good Fellows, they blow the Bellows, they blow the Bellows, they blow the Bellows, while the Irons hot; though their gain be small. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, come thy pot, and my pot their Hammers call. Hallow, hallow, is the white Mare fallow, hold foot while I strike, stand fast, stand fast, stand fast, stand fast with a winion. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot come; sure 'tis but opinion, but opinion, Ale hurts the Sight for continually, for con╌ti╌nu╌al╌ly. Thy pot, and my pot, come thy pot, come my pot, and thy pot their Hammers call.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] MUsick, Musick, thou Queen of souls get up, get up, & string thy powerful Lute & some sad, some sad Requium sing, til Cliffs requite thy Eccho with a grone, and the dull Rocks repeat the duller tone,
Altus alone.
[...] Then on a suddain, &c.
Bassus alone.
[...] The Oake her K [...]s, &c.
Verse alone.
[...] Mirtles shall caper, lofty Cedars run, & call the courtly palme to make up one:
Chorus.
[...] Then in the midst of all their jolly strain,
[...] then in the midst of all their jol╌ly strain,
Slow.
[...] strike a sad note, strike a sad note, strike a sad note
[...] and fix 'um Trees again.
Altus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] MUsick, Musick, thou Queen of Souls get up, get up & string thy powerful Lute and some sad, some sad Requium sing, Eccho, Eccho, and the dull Rocks repeat thy duller tone:
Verse alone.
[...] Then on a suddain, with a nimble hand, run — gently o're the Cords, and so comand the Pine to dance:
Chorus.
[...] Then in the midst of all their jol╌ly, jol╌ly, jol╌ly strain;
then in the midst of all their jol╌ly, jol╌ly strain,
Slow.
[...] strike a sad note, strike a sad note, and fix 'um Trees again.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] MUsick, Musick, thou Queen of Souls, get up get up & string thy powerfull Lute, and some sad some sad Requium sing, till Cliffs requite thy Eccho with a grone & the dull Rocks repeat thy duller tone:
Verse alone.
[...] The Oak her roots forego, the Palm and aged Elme to foot it too:
Chorus.
[...] Then in the midst of all their jol╌ly, jol╌ly strain,
[...] then in the midst of all their jol╌ly, jol╌ly jol╌ly strain,
Slow.
[...] strike a sad note, strike a sad note, and fix 'um Trees again.
Cantus Primus.
A. 2. Voc.
[...] SEe, see, see the bright Light shine, and day doth rise; shot from my Mistris Eyes like Beams divine; her Glory doth appear and; view the purer light, Stream from her Sight stream from her Sight, when she shines clearly here: But vail her leads; Ah then you'l find how night is hurl'd about the silent world; and we left blind that darkness seems to prove, for ought we see 'tis only She make night and day to move, Then shine fair Celia lest our borrowed light; when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets, perish, perish, perish in shades of Night.
Bassus.
A. 2. Voc.
[...] SEe, see the bright, bright Light shine, and day doth rise; shot from my Mistris Eyes, like Beams divine her Glories doe appear; and view the purer light Stream from her Sight, whilest she shines clearly here: But veil her lids: Ah then you'l find how Night is hurl'd about the silent World, and we left blind; that Darkness seems to prove, for ought we see, 'tis only She makes Night and Day to move. Then shine fair Caelia, lest our borrow'd Light, when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets; Perish, perish, perish in Shades of Night.
Cantus Primus.
A. 2. Voc.
[...] TUrn Amarillis to thy Swain, turn Amaril╌lis to thy Swain, turn Amarillis to thy Swain, thy Damon calls thee back again, thy Damon calls thee back again: Here is a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Arbour by, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo, cannot cannot spy, where Apollo cannot spy. Here let's sit, and whilst I play, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay; sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay.
Bassus.
A. 2. Voc.
[...] TUrn Amarillis to thy Swain, turn Amarillis, turn Amarillis, turn Amarillis to thy Swain, thy Damon calls thee back again, thy Damon calls thee back again: Here is a pretty, Arbour by, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo cannot spy: where Apollo cannot spy: There let's sit, and whilst I play, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay; sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay.
Reader. Here thou hast this Song, for Two Voyces; as it was fiirst Compos'd by my Friend the Author, though of late Years, two Inward Parts have been added to it. J. P.
Cantus Primus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] NOw we are met, let's merry, merry be for one half Hour, with mirth and glee: To recreate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our Bellyes full.
Tenor.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] NNow we are met, let's merry, merry be for one half Hour with mirth and glee: To recreate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our Bellyes full.
Bassus.
A. 3. Voc.
[...] NOw we are met, let's merry, merry be for one half Hour with mirth and glee: To recreate our Spirits dull, let's lau╌gh and sing our Bellyes full.
In praise of MUSICK.
Musick miraculous
Rhethorick! that speak'st Sence
Without a Tongue, excellent Eloquence:
The love of thee in wild Beasts have been known,
And Birds have lik'd thy Notes above their own.
How easie might thy Errors be excus'd,
Wert thou as much beloved, as th'art abus'd;
Yet although dull Souls thy Harmony disprove,
Mine shall be fixt in what the Angels love.
W. D.
Knight.
FINIS.