A BOOKE OF AYRES, Set foorth to be song to the Lute, Orph [...]rian, and [...]a [...]e Violl, by Philip Rosseter Lutenist: And are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete neere to the Gray­hound.

AT LONOND Printed by Peter Short, by the assent of Thomas Morley, 1601.

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TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS AND WORTHY KNIGHT, SIR THOMAS MOVNSON.

SIR, the generall voice of your worthines, and the manie particular fauours which I haue heard Master Campion (with dutifull respect often acknowledge himselfe to haue receiued from you) haue emboldned mee to present this Booke of Ayres to your fauoura­ble iudgement, and gracious protection; es­pecially because the first ranke of songs are of his owne composition, made at his vacant houres, and priuately emparted to his friends, whereby they grew both publicke, and (as coine crackt in exchange) corrupted: some of them both words and notes vnrespectiuely challenged by others. In regard of which wronges, though his selfe neglects these light fruits as superfluous blossomes of his deeper Studies, yet hath it plea­sed him vpon my entreaty, to grant me the impression of part of them, to which I haue added an equall number of mine owne. And this two-faced Janus thus in one bodie vnited, I humbly entreate you to entertaine and defend, chiefely in respect of the affection which I suppose you beare him, who I am assured doth aboue all o­thers loue and honour you. And for my part, I shall thinke my selfe happie if in anie seruice I may deserue this fauour.

Your Worships humbly deuoted, PH [...] [...]

TO THE READER.

WHAT Epigrams are in Poetrie, the same are Ayres in musicke, then in their chiefe perfection when they are short and well seasoned. But to clogg a light song with a long Praeludium, is to corrupt the nature of it. Manie rests in Musicke were inuented either for necessitie of the fuge, or granted as a harmonicall licence in songs of many parts▪ but in Ayres I find no vse they haue, vnlesse it be to make a vulgar, and triuiall modulation seeme to the ignorant strange, and to the iudiciall tedious. A naked Ayre without guide, or prop, or colour but his owne, is easily censured of euerie care, and requires so much the more inuention to make it please. And as Martiall speakes in defence of his short Epigrams, so may I say in th' apologie of Ayres, that where there is a full volume, there can be no impu­tation of shortnes. The Lyricke Poets among the Greekes, and Latines were first inuenters of Ayres, tying themselues strictly to the number, and value of their sillables, of which sort you shall find here onely one song in Saphicke verse, the rest are after the fascion of the time, eare-pleasing rimes without Arte. The subiect of them is for the most part amorous, and why not amorous songs, as well as amorous attires? Or why not new Ayres, as well as new fascious? For the Note and Tabl [...]ture, if they satisfie the most, we haue our desire, let ex­pert masters please themselues with better. And if anie light error hath escaped vs, the skil­full may easily correct it, the vnskilfull will hardly perceiue it. But there are some, who to appeare the more deepe, and singular in their iudgement, will admit no Musicke but that which is long, intricate, bated with fuge, chaind with sincopation, and where the nature of euerie word is percisely exprest in the Note, like the old exploided action in Comedies, when it they did pronounce Memeni, they would point to the hinder part of their heads, if Video, put their finger in their eye. But such childish obseruing of words is altogether ridiculous, and we ought to maintaine as well in Notes, as in action a manly cariage, gracing no word, but that which is eminent, and emphaticall. Neuertheles, as in Poesie we giue the prehemi­nence to the Heroicall Poeme, so in Musicke we yeeld the chiefe place to the graue, and well inuented Motet, but not to euery harsh and dull confused Fantasie, where in multitude of points the Harmonie is quite drowned. Ayres haue both their Art and pleasure, and I will conclude of them as the Poet did in his censure, of Catullus the Lyricke, and Vergil the He­roicke writer:

Tantum magna suo debet Verona Catullo:
Quantum parua suo Mantua Vergilio.

A Table of halfe the Songs contained in this Booke, by T.C.

  • I. My sweetest Lesbia
  • II. Though you are yoong
  • III. I care not for these Ladies
  • IIII. Follow the faire sunne
  • V. My loue hath vowed
  • VI. When to her lute
  • VII. Turne backe you wanton flier
  • VIII. It fell on a sommers daie
  • IX. The Sypres curten
  • X. Follow your Saint
  • XI. Faire if you expect admiring
  • XII. Thou art not faire.
  • XIII. See where she flies
  • XIIII. Blame not my cheekes
  • XV. When the God of merrie loue
  • XVI. Mistris since you so much desire
  • XVII. Your faire lookes enflame
  • XVIII. The man of life vpright
  • XIX. Harke all you Ladies
  • XX. When thou must home
  • XXI. Come let vs found with melodie.
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I.

[...] MY sweetest Lesbia let vs liue and loue, and though the sager sort our [...] [...] deeds re- proue, let vs not way them heau'ns great lampes doe diue into their west, and [...] [...] strait againe re- uiue, but soone as once set is our little light, then must we sleepe one [...] [...] euer- during night, euer- during night. [...]

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When [...]ime [...] my life and fortu [...] [...]
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II.

[...]

THough you are yoong and I am olde, [...] [...] though you vaines hot and my bloud colde, though youth is moist and [...] [...] age is drie, yet embers liue when flames doe die. [...]

The tender graft is easely broke,
But who shall shake the sturdie Oke?
You are more fresh and faire than I,
Yet stubs doe liue, when flowers doe die.
Thou that thy youth doest vainely boast,
Know buds are soonest nipt with frost,
Thinke that thy fortune still doth crie,
Thou foole to morrow thou must die.
[...]
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III.

[...] I Care not for these Ladies that must be woode and praide, Giue me kind A- ma- rillis the wan- ton coun- trey maide, Nature [...] [...] art disdaineth, her beautie is her owne, Her when we court & kisse, she cries forsooth let go, but [...] [...] when we come where comfort is she ne- uer will say no. [...]

If I loue Amarillis,
She giues me fruit and flowers,
But if we Loue these Ladies,
We must giue golden showers,
Give them [...]
[...]
These Ladies must haue pillowes,
And beds by strangers wrought,
Giue me a Bower of willowes,
Of mosse and leaues vn [...]ught▪
And fresh Amarillis
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IIII.

[...] FOllowe thy faire sunne vnhappy shaddowe though [...] [...] thou though thou be blacke as night and she made all of light, yet follow thy faire sunne vn- [...] [...] hap- pie shaddowe. [...]

Follow her whose light thy light depriueth,
Though here thou liu'st disgrac't,
And she in heauen is plac't,
Yet follow her whose light the world reuiueth.
Follow these [...] beames [...]hose beau [...]ie [...]
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Follow her while yet her glorie shineth,
There comes a luckles night,
That will dim all her light,
And this the black vnhappie shade deuineth.
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[Page] [...] [...]

V.

[...] My loue hath vowd hee will for sake mee and I am al- rea- die sped. Far o- ther pro- mise he did make me when he had my mai- den head. [...] [...] If such danger be in playing, and sport must to earnest turne, I will go no more a maying. [...] [...]

2
Had I foreseene what is ensued,
And what now with paine I proue,
Vnhappie then I had eschewed,
This vnkind euent of loue,
Maides foreknow their owne vndooing,
But feare naught till all is done,
When a man alone is wooing,
3
Dissembling wretch to gaine thy pleasure,
What didst thou not vow and sweare?
So didst thou rob me of the treasure,
Which so long I held so deare,
Now thou prou'st to me a stranger,
Such is the vile guise of men,
When a woman is in danger.
4
That hart is neerest to misfortune,
That will trust a fained toong,
VVhen flattring men our loues importune▪
They entend vs deepest wrong,
If this [...] of loues [...],
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VI.

[...] WHen to her lute Corrina sings, her voice reuiues the lea- den stringes, [...] [...] and doth in highest noates appeare as any challeng'd eccho cleere, but when she doth of mour- [...] [...] ning speake, eu'n with her sighes her sighes, ii. the strings do breake the strings do breake. [...]

And as her lute doth liue or die,
Led by her passion, so must I,
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring,
But if she doth of [...]
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VII.

[...] TVrne backe you wanton flyer, and answere my de- sire with mutuall greeting, Yet bende a lit- tle neerer, true beauty stil shines cleerer in closer meeting, [...] [...] Harts with harts delighted should striue to be v- ni- ted, either others armes with armes enchay- [...] [...] ning, harts with a thought, rosie lips with a kisse still en- tertai- ning. [...]

What haruest halfe so sweete is,
As still to reape the kisses,
Growne ripe in sowing,
And [...],
[...].
There's no strickt obseruing,
Of times, or seasons changing,
There is euer one fresh spring abiding,
Then what we sow with our lips
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VIII.

[...] IT fell on a sommers day while sweete Bessie sleeping laie [...] [...] in her [...]owre, on her bed, light with curtaines shadowed, la- my came shee him spies [...] [...] opning halfe her hea- uie eies. [...]

Iamy stole in through the dore,
She lay slumbring as before,
Softly to her he drew neere,
She heard him, yet would not heare,
Bessie vow'd not to speake,
[...]
She dreamp't not what he would doo,
But still slept, while he smild
To see loue by steepe beguild.
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IX.

[...] THe Sypres curten of the night is spread, and o- uer The weaker cares by sleepe are conquered, but I a- [...] [...] all a si- lent dewe is cast, lone with hi- dious griefe, a- gast. In s;pite of Mor- pheus charmes a watch doe [...] [...] keepe o- uer mine eies to ba- nish carelesse sleepe. [...]

Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintnes close,
And then the Mappe of hell before me stands,
Which Ghosts doe see, and I am one of those,
Ordain'd to pine in sorrowes endles bands,
Since from my wretched soule all hopes are reft,
And now no cause of life to me is left.
Griefe ceaze my soule, for that will still endure,
When my cra [...]'d bodie is consum'd and gone,
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X.

[...] FOllow your Saint follow with accets sweet, There wrapt in cloud of Haste you sad noates fall at her flying feete, But if she scorns my [...] [...] sorrowe pitie moue, And tell the rauisher of my soule, I pe- rish for her loue. ne- uer ceasing paine, Then burst with sighing in her sight, And nere re- turne a- gaine. [...]

All that I soong still to her praise did tend,
Still she was first, still she my songs did end,
Yet she my loue, and Musicke both doeth flie,
The Musicke that her Eccho is, and beauties simpathie;
Then let my Noates pursue her scornefull flight,
and dyed for her delight.
[...]
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XI.

[...] FAire if you ex- pect ad- miring, sweet if you prouoke de- si- ring, grace deere Fond but if thy sight be blindnes, false if thou af- fect vnkindnes, flie both [...] [...] loue with kinde re- qui- ring, loue and loues de ligh- ting, Then when hope is lost and loue is scorned, lie bury my desires, and [...] [...] quench the fires that euer yet in vaine haue burned. [...]

Fates, if you rule louers fortune,
Stars, if men your powers importune,
Yield reliefe by your relenting▪
[...]
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XII.

[...] THou art not faire for all thy red & white, for all those Thou art not sweet though made of meet delight, not faire not [...] [...] [...]o- sie or- na [...]ments in thee, sweet vnlesse thou pi- tie mee, I will not sooth thy fancies thou shall proue, That beauty [...] [...] is no beau- tie without loues. [...]

Yet loue not me, nor seeke thou to allure
My thoughts with beutie were it more deuine,
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,
[...] in those armes of thine,
[...]
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XIII.

[...] SEe where she flies enrag'd from me, view her when she intends de- Her fu- rie mou'd such terror makes, as to a fearfull guiltie [...] [...] spite, the winde is not more swift then shee, sprite, the voice of heau'ns huge thun- der cracks, But when her appeased minde yeelds to de- [...] [...] light, All her thoughts are made of ioies, millions of de- lights inuen- ting- Other plea- sures are but toies, to her beauties sweete conten- ting. [...]

My fortune hangs vpon her brow,
For as she smiles, or frownes on mee,
So must my blowne affections bow,
And her proude thoughts too well do find,
W [...] what vnequall tyranni [...] ▪
Though when her sad planet raignes,
Froward she bee,
She alone can pleasure moue,
And displeasing sorrow banish,
May I [...] still hold her loue,
[...]
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XIIII.

[...] BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be, the kind- ly To che- rish it that is dis- maid by thee, who art so [...] [...] heate [...]k [...] my heart is flowne, cru- ell and vn- steedfast growne, For na- ture cald for by distressed harts, neg- lects and [...] [...] quite for- sakes the out- ward partes. [...]

But they whose cheekes with careles blood are stain'd,
Nurse not one sparke of loue within their harts,
And when they woe they speake with passion fain'd
For their [...] loue lyes in their outward parts,
[...]
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XV.

[...] WHen the god of merrie loue as yet in his cradle lay, [...] [...] thus his wither'd nurse did say, Thou a wanton boy wilt proue, to deceius the powers aboue, [...] [...] for by thy continuall smiling, I see thy power of beguiling.

[...]

Therewith she the babe did kisse,
When a sodaine fire out came
From those burning lips of his,
That did her with loue enfame,
But [...] would regard the [...]me▪
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XVI.

[...] MIstris since you so much desire, to know the place of Cupids fire, in your faire▪ [...] [...] shrine that flame doth rest, yet neuer harbourd in your brest, it bides not in your lips so sweet nor▪ [...] [...] where the rose and lil- lies meete, but a little higher [...] [...] [...] ii. ii. there there, O there lies Cupids fire. [...]

[...] in those [...] pearcing eyes,
There Cupid [...] [...]
[...]
[...]
Nor w [...] for a smi [...]e, or kis [...]e,
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XVII.

[...] YOur faire lookes enflame my desire, quench it a-gaine with loue, Stay, O striue not still to retire, doe not in humane proue, [...] [...] [...] [...]erswade loues pleasures d [...]r [...] de- nie not, hee [...]e is a si- lent grouie [...] [...] shade O tar- rie then and flie not. [...]

Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight
In this vnhaunted groue?
Time shall now her furie requite
With the reuenge of loue,
Then come, sweetest come
My lips with kisses gracing,
Here let vs harbour all alone,
[...] embra [...]ing.
Will you now so timely depart
And not returne againe,
Your sight lends such life to my hart,
That to depart is paine.
Feare yeelds no delay,
Securenes helpe in pleasure,
Then till the time giues safer stay,
O farewell my [...]
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XVIII.

[...] THe man of life vpright whose guiltlesse hart is free, [...] [...] from all disho- nest deedes or thought of vanitie. [...]

2
The man whose silent dayes
In harmeles ioyes are spent,
Whome hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent.
3
That man needes neither towers
Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vautes to flie
From thunders violence.
4
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[...]
The horrours of the deepe,
And terrours of the Skies.
5
Thus scorning all the cares
That fate, or fortune brings,
He makes the heau'n his booke,
His wisedome heeu'nly things,
6
Good thoughts his onely friendes,
His wealth a well-spentage
The [...] his sober [...]
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XIX.

[...] HArke al you ladies yt do sleep, The fayry queen Pro- serpina bids you [...] [...] awake and pitie them that weep, you may doe in the darke what the day doth [...] [...] forbid, feare not the dogs that barke night will haue all hid. [...]

2
But if you let your louers mone,
the Fairie Queene Proserpina
Will send abroad her Fairies eu'rie one,
that shall pinch blacke and blew;
Your white hands, and faire armes,
that did not kindly rue
Your Paramours harmes.
3
In Myrt [...]e Arbours on the downes,
The Fairie Queene Pro [...]er [...]in [...],
This nig [...]t by [...]
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4
All you that will hold watch with loue,
the Fairie Queene Proserpina,
Will make you fairer then Diones doue,
Roses red, Lillies white,
And the cleare damaske hue
shall on your cheekes alight,
Loue will adorne you.
5
All you that loue, or lou'd before,
the Fairie Queene Pro [...]e [...]i [...]
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XX.

[...] WHen thou must home to shades of vn- der ground, and there a- The beauteous spirits do ingirt thee round, white I- o- [...] [...] riu'd a newe ad- mi- red guest, pe, blith Hellen, and the rest, To heare the stories of thy finisht loue, [...] [...] from that smoothe roong whose mu- sicke can moue.

[...]
Then wilt thou speake of banqueting delights,
Of masks and reuels which sweete youth did make,
Of Turnies and great challenges of knightes,
And all these triumphes for thy beau [...]ies [...]
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XXI.

[...] COme let vs sound with melody the praises of the kings king, Th'omni- [...] [...] potent cre- a- tor, Author of number, that hath all the world in harmonie framed. [...]

Heau'n is his throne perpetually shining,
His deuine power and glorie thence he thunders,
One in all, and all still in one abiding,
Both Father, and Sonne.
O sacred sprite inuisible, eternall,
Eu'ry where, yet vnlimited, that all things
Canst in one moment penetrate, reuiue me
O holy Spirit.
[...], O re [...]eue me from earthly darkne [...],
[...]
Guide my soule, that thirsts, to the liuely Fountaine
Of thy deuinenes.
Cleanse my soule, O God, thy bespotted Image,
Altered with sinne, so that heau'nly purenes
Cannot acknowledge me but in thy mercies
O Father of grace.
But when once thy beames do remoue my darknes,
O then I'le shine forth as an Angell of light,
And record with more than an earthly voice thy
Infinite [...]

A Table of the rest of the Songs con­tained in this Booke, made by Philip Rosseter.

  • I. Sweete come againe
  • II. And would you see
  • III. No graue for woe
  • IIII. If I vrge my kinde desires
  • V. What hearts content
  • VI. Let him that will be free
  • VII. Reproue not loue
  • VIII. And would you faine
  • IX. When Laura smiles
  • X. Long haue mine eies
  • XI. Though far from ioy
  • XII. Shall I come if I swim
  • XIII. Aie me that loue
  • XIIII. Shall then a trayterous
  • XV. If I hope I pine
  • XVI. Vnlesse there were consent
  • XVII. If she forsakes me
  • XVIII. What is a daie
  • XIX. Kind in vnkindnesse
  • XX. What then is loue but
  • XXI. Whether men doe laugh
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I.

[...] SWeete come againe, your happie sight so- much desir'd [...] [...] since you from hence are now retir'd I seeke in vaine, stil must I mourn, & pine in longing paine, [...] [...] till you my liues de- light a- gaine vouch- safe your wisht returne. [...]

If true desire,
Or faithfull vow of endles loue,
Thy heart enflam'd may kindly moue
With equall fire;
O then my ioies.
So long destraught shall rest,
Reposed soft in thy ch [...]st brest,
Exempt from all [...] ▪
[...]
Now it is growne
Confirm'd, do you it keepe,
And let it safe in your bosome sleepe,
There euer made your owne.
And till we meete,
Teach abience inward [...]
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II.

[...] ANd would you see my Mistris face, it is a flowrie garden place, where [...] [...] knots of beauties haue such grace, that all is worke and no where space▪ [...]

It is a sweete delicious morne,
where day is breeding neuer borne,
It is a Meadow yet unshorne,
whome thousand flowers do adorne.
It is the heaunes bright reflexe,
weake eies to dazle and to vexe,
It is th'Idea of her sexe,
enuie of whome doth world perplexe.
It is a face of death that smiles,
pleasing, though it killes the whiles,
Where death and loue in pretie wiles,
each other mutuallie beguiles.
It is faire beauties freshest youth,
it is the fain'd Eliziums truth,
The soring that winter'd harts renu'th,
[...]nd [...] is that my soule [...].
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III.

[...] NO graue for woe, yet earth my watrie teares deuoures, [...] [...] sighes want ayre, and burnt desires kind pitties showres, Stars hold their fatal course loies [...] [...] pre- uen- ting, the earth, ye sea, the aire, ye fire, the heau'ns vow my tor- men- ting. [...]

Yet still I liue and waste my wearie daies in grones,
And with wofull tunes adorne dispayring mones,
Night still [...]repar [...] a more disp [...]easing [...],
[...]
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IIII.

[...] IF I vrge my kinde desires, she vnkind doth them reiect, [...] [...] womens hearts are painted fires to deceiue them affect, I alone loues fires include, [...] [...] shee alone doth them delude. [...]

Shee hath often vow'd her loue,
But also no fruit I finde.
That her fires are false I proue,
Yet in her no fault I finde,
[...] was [...] vnhappy [...]
And [...]
Yet if humane care, or paine
May the heau'nly order change,
She will hate her owne disdaine,
And repent she was so strange,
[...]
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V.

[...] WHat harts con- tent can he finde, what happy sleepes can his eies em- brace that beares His tast sweet wines will abhorre, no musicks sounde can appease thoughts that wic- [...] [...] a guiltie minde, ked deeds deplore, The passion of a present feare, stil makes his restles motion there, & all the day hee [...] [...] dreads the night, and all the night a one agast hee feares the morning light. [...]

But he that loues to be lou'd,
And in his deedes doth adore heauens power,
And is with pitie mou'd;
The night giues rest to his heart,
The [...] beames do awake his soule▪
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VI.

[...] LEt him that will be free & keep his hart from care, retir'd a- lone [...] [...] re- maine where no dis- comforts are, for when the ele doth view his griefe, or haplesse eare his [...] [...] sorrow heares, Th'- impression still in him a- bides, and euer in one shape appeares. [...]

Forget thy griefes betimes, long sorrow breedes long paine,
for ioie farre fled from men will not returne againe,
O happie is the soule which heauen ordained, to liue in endles peace,
His life is a pleasing dreame, and euerie house his ioyes encrease.
You [...]ea [...]ie so [...]ites that loue in seue [...]'d [...] to [...]
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VII.

[...] REproue not loue though fondly thou hast lost grea- ter hopes by lo- [...] [...] uing, loue calms abicious spirits from their brests dāger oft re- mo- uing, Let lo [...]y humors moūt vpon [...] [...] high, down againe like to the wind, while priuat thoghts vow'd to loue, more peace & plesure find. [...]

Loue and sweete beautie makes the stubborne milde,
And the coward fearelesse,
The wretched misers care to bountie turnes,
Cheering all things cheerelesse;
Loue chaines the earth and heauen,
Turnes the Spheare [...], guides the [...]eares in en [...]es [...] ▪
[...]
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VIII.

[...] ANd would you faine the reason know, why my sad eies so of- ten [...] [...] flow? my heart ebs ioy when they doe so, and loues the moone by whom they go. [...]

And will you aske why pale I looke?
tis not with poring on my booke,
My Mistris cheeke my blond hath tooke,
for her mine owne hath me forsooke.
Doe not demaund why I am mute,
loues silence doth all speech confute,
They set the noat then tune the Lute,
harts frame their thoughts then toongs their suit.
Do enot admire why I admire,
my feuer is no others fire,
E [...]ch se [...]erall heart hath his desire▪
[...]
If why I loue you should see cause,
loue should haue forme like other lawes,
But fancie pleads not by the clawes,
tis as the sea still vext with flawes.
No fault vpon my loue espie,
for you perceiue not with my eie,
My pallate to your tast may lie,
yet please it selfe deliciously.
Then let my sufferance be mine owne,
[...]u [...]ceth it these reasons showne▪
Reason and loue [...]
[...]
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IX.

[...] WHen Laura smiles her sight re- uiues both night and day, The earth & heauen viewes with de- light her wan- ton play, And her [...] [...] speech with euer- flowing musicke doth repaire, the cruell wounds of sorrow and vntamd despaire. [...]

The sprites that remaine in fleeting aire,
Affect for pastime to vntwine her tressed haire,
And the birds thinke sweete Aurora mornings Queene doth shine,
From her bright sphere when Laura shewes her lookes deuine.
Dianas eyes are not adorn'd with greater power,
Then Lauras when she lifts awhile for sport to loure,
But when she her eyes encloseth, blindnes doth appeare,
The chiefest grace of beautie sweetelie seated there.
Loue hath no fire but what he steals from her bright eyes,
Time hath no power, but that which in her pleasure lyes,
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[...] LOng haue mine eies gaz'd with delight conueying hopes [...] [...] vn- to my soule in nothing happy but in sight, of her that doth my sight controule, but [...] [...] now mine eies, ii. but now mine eies must loose their light. [...]

My obiect now must be the aire,
To write in water words of fire,
And teach sad thoughts how to despaire,
Dese [...] must quarrell with desire
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For all my comfort this I proue,
That Venus on the Sea was borne,
If Seas be calme then doth she loue,
If stormes arise I am f [...]r [...]orne,
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XI.

[...] THough far from ioy, my sorrowes are as far, and I [...] [...] both betweene, not too low, nor yet too high aboue my reach would I bee seene, happy is he [...] [...] that so is placed, not to be enui'd, not bee disdain'd or dis- gra- ced. [...]

The higher trees, the more stormes they endure,
Shrubs be troden downe,
But the meane, the golden meane,
Doth onely all our fortunes crowne.
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XII.

[...] SHall I come if I swim? wide are ye waues you see, shall I come if I [...] [...] [...] my deer [...] loue to thee? streames Venus will appease, Cupid giues me winges, all the powers as- [...] [...] sist my desire, saue you alone that set my wofull heart on fire. [...]

You are faire, so was Hero that in Sestos dwelt,
She a priest, yet the heate of loue truly felt,
A greater streame then this did her loue deuide,
[...] she was his guide with a light.
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XIII.

[...] AYe me that loue that loue should natures workes accuse, [...] [...] where cruell Laura still her beautie viewes. River or cloud [...] [...], or christall bright [...] [...] are all but seruants of her selfe delight. [...]

Yet her deformed thoughts she cannot see,
And thats the cause she is so sterne to mee,
Vertue and duetis can no fauour gaine,
A griefe, [...] death, [...]o liue an [...] [...]oue i [...] [...]ine▪
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[...] SHall then a traiterous kis or a smile, all my delights vnhappily be- [...] [...] guiles shall the vow of [...]ay [...] loue [...] regard▪ when true seruice dies negle- cted and [...] [...] wants his due reward? [...]

Deedes meritorious soone be forgot,
But one offence no time can euer blot,
Euery day it is renu'd, and euery night it bleedes,
And with bloudy streames of sorrow drownes all our better deedes.
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XV.

[...] IF I hope I pine, if I feare I faint and die, so betweene [...] [...] hope and feare I desp'rat lie, looking for ioy [...] come but hope is [...] [...] blinde, ioy deafe, and I am dumbe. [...]

Yet I speake and crie, but alas with words of wo,
And ioy conceiues not them that murmure so,
He that the eares of ioy will euer pearse,
Must sing glad noates, or speake in happier verse.
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XVI.

[...] VNlesse there were con- sent twixt hell and heauen that grace and [...] [...] wickednes should be combind, I cannot make thee & thy beauties euen, thy face is heauen, and [...] [...] tor- ture in thy minde, for more then worldly blisse is in thy eie, and hellish [...] [...] tor- ture in thy minde doth lie. [...]

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XVII.

[...] IF she for- sake me I must die, shall I tell her so. Alas then strait wil she re- plie, no no no no no. If I disclose my desp'rat state [...] [...] she will but make sport thereat and more vn- relenting grow. [...]

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What heart can long such paines abide,
Fie vppon this loue,
I would aduenture farte and wide,
If it would remoue,
But loue will still my steppes pursue,
I cannot his wayes eschew,
Thus still helpeles hopes I proue.
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I doe my loue in lines commend,
But alas in vaine,
The costly gifts that I doe find,
she returnes againe,
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XVIII.

[...] WHat is a day, what is a yeere of vaine delight and pleasure? [...] [...] like to a dreame it endlesse dies, and from vs like a vapour flies, and this is all the [...] [...] fruit that we finde, which glorie in worldly trea- sure, [...]

He that will hope for true delight,
With vertue must be graced,
Swee [...]e [...] yeelds a bitter tast▪
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XIX.

[...] KInde in vnkindnesse when will you relent, and cease with [...] [...] faint loue true loue to tor- ment still entertain'd, exclu- ded still I stand, her gloue stil [...] [...] holde, but cannot touch the hand. [...]

In her faire hand my hopes and comforts rest,
O might my fortunes with that hand be blest,
No enuious breaths then my deserts could shake,
For they are good, who such true loue doth make.
O let not beautie so forget her birth,
That [...] [...]hould [...] home returne [...]
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Loue one that onely liues in louing you,
Whose wrong'd deserts would you with pity view,
This strange distast which your affections swaies,
Would relish loue, and you find better daies.
Thus all my happie sight your beautie viewes,
Whose [...]
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XX.

[...] WHat then is loue but mourning, what desire but a selfe-bur-ning, till shee that [...] [...] hates doth loue returne, thus will I mourne, thus will I sing come away, come away, my darling. [...]

Beautie is but a blooming,
Youth in his glorie entombing;
Time hath a while which none can stay,
Then come away while thus I sing,
Come away, come away my darling.
Sommer in winter fadeth,
Gloomie night heau'nly light shadeth,
Like to the morne are Venus flowers,
Such are her [...]wers, [...]h [...] wi [...]ing
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XXI.

[...] WHether men doe laugh or weepe, whether they doe wake or sleepe, [...] [...] whether they die yoong or olde, whether they [...]ee [...]e heate or colde, there is [...] [...] [...] nothing in true earnest done. [...]

All our pride is but a iest,
None are worst, and none are best,
Griefe, and ioy, and hope, and feare,
Play their Page [...] euery where.
Powers aboue in cloudes doe sit,
Mocking our poore apish wit,
That so lamely with such [...]ate▪
T [...]ir [...]gh gl [...]ri [...] [...]

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