THE
THIRD AND
LAST BOOKE
OF SONGS OR
AIRES. Newly composed to sing to the
Lute, Orpharion, or viols, and a dialogue
for a base and meane
Lute with fiue voices to
sing thereto. By IOHN DOWLAND, Bacheler
in Musicke, and Lutenist to the most
high and mightie CHRISTIAN
the fourth by the grace of God
king of Denmark and
Norwey, &c.
B
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a quo c
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m
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uniora eo meliora.
Printed at London by P. S. for Thomas Adams,
and are to be sold at the signe of the white Lion in
Paules Churchyard, by the assignement of a Patent
granted to T. Morley. 1603.
TO MY HONORABLE GOOD FRIEND
Iohn Souch Esquire, for many curtesies for which I imbol
den
my selfe, presuming of his good fauour, to present this
simple worke, as a token of my thankefulnes.
THE estimation and kindnes which I haue euer
bountifully receiued from your fauour,
haue mooued me to present this nouelty of
musick to you, who of al others are fittest to
iudge of it, and worthiest out of your loue to
protect it. If I gaue life to these, you gaue
spirit to me; for it is alwaies the worthy respect
of others that makes arte prosper in it
selfe. That I may therefore professe, and make manifest to the
world both your singular affection to me, and my gratefull minde
in my weake ability to you, I haue here prefixt your honourable
name, as a bulwark of safetie, and a title of grace, thinking my selfe
no way able to deserue your fauours more, then by farther engaging
my selfe to you for this your noble presumed patronage. He
that hath acknowledged a fauour, they say, hath halfe repaide it:
and if such payment may passe for currant, I shal be euer readie to
grow the one halfe out of your debt, though how that should be I
knowe not, since I owe my selfe (and more, if it were possible)
vnto you. Accept me wholy then I beseech you, in what tearmes
you please, being euer in my vttermost seruice
Deuoted to your Honours kindnesse,
IOHN DOWLAND.
The Epistle to the Reader.
THE applause of them that iudge, is the incouragement
of those that write: My first two bookes of
aires speed so well that they haue produced a third,
which they haue fetcht far from home, and brought
euen through the most perilous seas, where hauing
escapt so many sharpe rocks, I hope they shall not be
wrackt on land by curious and biting censures.
As in a hiue of bees al labour alike to lay vp honny
opposing themselues against none but fruitles drones; so in the house of
learning and fame, all good indeuourers should striue to ad somewhat that
is good, not malicing one an other, but altogether bandying against the idle
and malicious ignorant. My labours for my part I freely offer to euerie
mans iudgement, presuming, that fauour once attayned, is more easily
encreased then lost.
IOHN DOWLAND.
A Table of all the Songs contained in
this Booke.
- I. FArewell too faire.
- II. Time stands still.
- III. Behold a wonder heere.
- IIII. Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing.
- V. Me me and none but me.
- VI. When Phoebus first did Daphne loue.
- VII. Say loue if euer thou didst finde.
- VIII. Flow not so fast ye fountaines.
- IX. What if I neuer speede.
- X. Loue stood amaz'd at sweet beauties paine.
- XI. Lend your eares to my sorrow good people.
- XII. By a fountaine where I lay.
- XIII. Oh what hath ouerwrought my all amazed thought.
- XIIII. Farewell vnkind farewell.
- XV. Weepe you no more sad fountaines.
- XVI. Fie on this faining, is loue without desire.
- XVII. I must complaine, yet doe enioy.
- XVIII. It was a time when silly Bees could speake.
- XIX. The lowest trees haue tops.
- XX. What poore Astronomers are they.
- XXI. Come when I call, or tarrie till I come.
I CANTVS.
〈♫〉
FArewell too faire, too chast but too too cruell,
〈♫〉
discretion neuer quenched fire with swords: Why hast thou made my heart thine angers
〈♫〉
fuell, and now would kill my passions with thy words. This is prowd beauties true anatamy,
〈♫〉
if that se- cure seuere in secresie, farewell, farewell.
〈♫〉
Farewell too deare, and too too much desired,
Vnlesse compassion dwelt more neere thy heart:
Loue by neglect (though constant) oft is tired,
And forc't from blisse vnwillingly to part.
This is prowd beauties, &c.
II. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
TIme stands still with ga- zing on her face,
〈♫〉
stand still and gaze for minutes, houres and yeares, to her giue place: All other things shall change,
〈♫〉
but shee remaines the same, till heauens changed haue their course & time hath lost his name.
〈♫〉
Cupid doth houer vp and downe blinded with her faire eyes, and fortune captiue at her
〈♫〉
feete contem'd and conquerd lies.
〈♫〉
When fortune, loue, and time attend on
Her with my fortunes, loue, and time, I honour will alone,
If bloudlesse enuie say, dutie hath no desert.
Dutie replies that enuie knowes her selfe his faithfull heart,
My setled vowes and spotlesse faith no fortune can remoue,
Courage shall shew my inward faith, and faith shall trie my loue.
III. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
BEhold a wonder here Loue hath receiu'd
〈♫〉
his sight which manie hundred
repeat
repeat
yeares, hath not beheld the
〈♫〉
light.
〈♫〉
2
Such beames infused be
By Cinthia in his eyes,
As first haue made him see,
And then haue made him wise.
3
Loue now no more will weepe
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleepe,
Nor sigh for them that smile.
4
So powrefull is the beautie
That Loue doth now behold,
As loue is turn'd to dutie,
That's neither blind nor bold.
5
This Beautie shewes her might,
To be of double kind,
In giuing loue his sight
And striking folly blind,
IIII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
DAphne was not so chaste as she was changing, Soon begun
he that to day triumphs with fauors graced, fals before
〈♫〉
Loue with hate estranging:
night with scornes de- fa- ced:
Yet is thy beautie fainde, and eu'rie one desires,
〈♫〉
still the false light the false light of thy traiterous fires.
〈♫〉
Beautie can want no grace by true loue viewed,
Fancie by lookes is still renued:
Like to a fruitfull tree it euer groweth,
Or the fresh-spring that endlesse floweth.
But if that beautie were of one consent with loue,
Loue should liue free, and true pleasure proue.
V. CANTVS
▪
〈♫〉
ME me and none but me, dart home O gentle death and quicklie, for I draw too
〈♫〉
long this idle breath: O howe I long till I may fly to heauen aboue, vnto my faithfull
〈♫〉
repeat
and beloued turtle doue.
〈♫〉
Like to the siluer Swanne,
before my death I sing:
And yet aliue
my fatall knell I helpe to ring.
Still I desire from earth
and earthly ioyes to flie,
He neuer happie liu'd,
that cannot loue to die.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
MMe me and none but me, dart home O gentle death, and quickly for I draw
〈♫〉
too long this idle breath. O how I long till I may fly to heau'n aboue vnto my faithfull and
〈♫〉
beloued tur tle doue.
BASVS.
〈♫〉
ME me and none but mee dare home O
〈♫〉
gen- tle death and quickly, for I draw too long
〈♫〉
this idle breath. O howe I long till I may fly to
〈♫〉
heau'n aboue vn- to my faithfull and beloued
〈♫〉
turtle doue.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
ME me and none but me, dare home O gentle death, and quickly, for I drawe too long
〈♫〉
too long this idle breath. O how I long til I may fly to heauen a- boue, vn- to my
〈♫〉
faithfull and beloued turtle doue.
VI. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
WHen Phoebus first did Daphne loue, and no meanes might her fauour moue
〈♫〉
he crau'd the cause, the cause quoth she is, I haue vow'd virginitie. Then in a rage he sware,
〈♫〉
and said, past fifteene none none but one should liue a maid.
〈♫〉
If maidens then shal chance be sped
Ere they can scarsly dresse their head,
Yet pardon them, for they be loth
To make good Phoebus breake his oth.
And better twere a child were borne,
Then that a god should be forswone.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHen Phaebus first did Daphne loue, and no meanes might her favour moue
〈♫〉
He crau'd the cause, the cause (quoth she) is, I haue vow'd virgi- ni- tie. Then in a rage hee
〈♫〉
sware, and said, past fifteene none none but one should liue a maid.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WHen Phabus first did Daphne loue, And no
〈♫〉
meanes might her fauour moue, hee crau'd the
〈♫〉
cause, the cause (quoth she) is, I haue vow'd virginitie.
〈♫〉
Then in a rage he sware and said, past fifteene
〈♫〉
none none but one should liue a maid.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WHen Phoebus first did Daphne loue, and no meanes might her fauour moue, he crau'd
〈♫〉
the cause. The cause (quoth she) is, I haue vow'd
repeat
virginitie. Then in a rage hee sware
〈♫〉
and said, past fifteene none none but one should liue a maid.
VII. CANTVS
▪
〈♫〉
SAy loue if euer thou didst find, a woman with a constant
〈♫〉
mind, none but one, and what should that rare mirror be, some Goddesse or some Queen is she
〈♫〉
shee shee shee shee
repeat
repeat
and onelie she she onely Queene of loue and beautie.
〈♫〉
But could thy firy poysned dart
At no time touch her spotlesse hart,
Not come neare,
She is not subiect to Loues bow,
Her eye commaunds, her heart saith no,
No, no, no, and only no,
One no another still doth follow.
How might I that faire wonder know,
That mockes desire with endlesse no
See the Moone
That euer in one change doth grow,
Yet still the same, and she is so;
So, so, so, and onely so,
From heauen her vertues she doth borrow.
To her then yeeld thy shafts and bowe,
That can command affections so:
Loue is free,
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
There is no queene of loue but she,
She, she, she, and only she,
She onely queene of loue and beautie.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
SAy Loue, if euer thou didst find, a woman with a constant mind: none but one,
〈♫〉
and what should that rare mirrour be, some goddesse or some Queene is she she she she
repeat
〈♫〉
repeat
repeat
repeat
and onely she she onely Queene of loue and beautie.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
SAy Loue if euer thou didst find, a woman
〈♫〉
with a constant mind, none but one, and what should
〈♫〉
that rare mirrour be, some Goddesse or some Queene
〈♫〉
is she she she
repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
and onely she she
〈♫〉
onely Queene of loue and beautie.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
SAy loue if euer thou didst find a woman with a constant mind, none but
〈♫〉
one, and what should that rare mirrour be, some Goddesse or some Queene is shee shee
〈♫〉
she she
repeat
repeat
repeat
and onely she she onely Queene of loue and beautie.
VIII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
FLow not so fast yee fountaines, what needeth all this
Swell not aboue your mountaines, nor spend your time in
〈♫〉
haste, Gentle springs, gentle springs freshly your salt teares must still fall
waste,
〈♫〉
drop- ping must still fall dropping dropping
repeat
repeat
fall
〈♫〉
dropping from their spheares.
〈♫〉
Weepe they apace whom Reason,
Or lingring time can ease:
My sorow can no season,
Nor ought besides appease
Gentle springs, &c.
Time can abate the terrour
Of euerie common paine,
But common griefe is errour,
True griefe will still remaine.
Gentle springs, &c.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
FLow not so fast yee fountaines, what needeth all this haste,
Swell not aboue your mountaines, nor spend your time in waste,
Gentle springs,
〈♫〉
gentle springs freshly your salt teares must still still fall dropping stil fall dropping must still
〈♫〉
stil fall dropping stil fal dropping must stil fall dropping dropping stil fal dropping fal dropping
〈♫〉
from their spheares.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
FLow not so fast yee foun-taines, what nee-
Swell not aboue your mountaines nor spend
〈♫〉
deth all this haste,
your time in waste,
Gentle springs
repeat
: fresh-ly
〈♫〉
your salt teares must stil fal dropping still fal dropping
〈♫〉
dropping must stil fal dropping stil fall dropping
〈♫〉
dropping still fall dropping stil fal dropping still
〈♫〉
fall dropping from their spheares.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
FLow not so fast yee fountaines, what nee- deth all this haste,
swell not aboue your mountains, nor spend your time in waste,
Gentle springs gentle
〈♫〉
gentle springs freshly your salt teares must stil must stil fal fal dropping fall dropping must stil
〈♫〉
stil fal fal dropping fal dropping must still fal dropping stil fal dropping frō their spheares.
IX. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
WHat if I neuer speede, shall I straight yeeld to dispaire,
or shal I chāge my loue, for I find power to depart,
〈♫〉
and still on sorow feede that can no losse repaire.
and in my reason proue I can cōmand my hart.
But if she will pittie my desire, and my
〈♫〉
loue require, then euer shall shee liue my deare delight. Come,
repeat
repeat
while I haue a heart
〈♫〉
to desire thee. Come, come, come, for either I will loue or admire thee.
〈♫〉
Oft haue I dream'd of ioy,
yet I neuer felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
my griefs each other greete.
Oft haue I left my hope,
as a wretch by fate forlome.
But Loue aimes at one scope,
and lost wil stil returne:
He that once loues with a true desire
neuer can depart,
For Cupid is the king of euery hart.
Come, come, &c.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHat if I neuer speed shal I straight yeeld to despaire, & still on sorow feed that can
or shal I chāge my
〈◊〉
, for I find power to depart, & in my reason proue I can
〈♫〉
no losse repaire,
command my hart,
But if she wil pitie, pitie, pitie my desire, & in my loue requite, then euer shal
〈♫〉
she liue my d
•
are delight, Come, come, come, while I haue a heart to desire thee, Come, come
〈♫〉
for either I will loue or admire thee.
BASVS.
〈♫〉
WHat if I neuer speed, shal I staight
or shall I chāge my loue, for I find
〈♫〉
yeeld to dispaire and stil on sorrow feed, that can
power to depart, and in my reason proue, I can
〈♫〉
no losse repaire:
command my hart:
But if she wil pitie my desire,
〈♫〉
& my loue requite, then euer shal she liue my
〈♫〉
deare delight. Come
repeat
repeat
while I haue a heart
〈♫〉
to desire thee. Come
repeat
for either I wil loue or
〈♫〉
admire thee.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WHat if I neuer speed, shall I straight yeeld to despaire, and still on sorrow feed that
or shal I chāge my loue, for I find power to depart, and in my reason proue I
〈♫〉
can no losse re-paire:
can command my heart:
But if she will pitie my desire, and my loue my loue requite, thē euer
〈♫〉
shall she liue my deare delight. Come, come, come, while I haue a heart to desire thee. Come
〈♫〉
come, for either I will loue or admire thee.
X. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
LOue stood amaz'd at sweet beauties paine: Loue would
〈♫〉
haue said that all was but vaine, and Gods but halfe diuine, But when Loue saw that beautie
〈♫〉
would die: hee all agast, to heau'ns did crie, O gods, O gods what wrong is mine.
〈♫〉
2
Then his teares bred in thoughts of salt brine,
Fel frō his eyes, like raine in sun shine
expeld by rage of fire:
Yet in such wise as anguish affords,
He did expresse in these his last words
his infinite desire.
3
Are you fled faire? where are now those eies
Eyes but too faire, enui'd by the skies,
you angrie gods do know,
With guiltles bloud your scepters you stain,
On poore true hearts like tyrants you raine:
vniust why do you so?
4
Are you false gods? why then do you raine?
Are you iust gods? why then haue you slaine
the life of loue on earth,
Beautie, now thy face liues in the skies,
Beautie, now let me liue in thine eyes,
where blisse felt neuer death
5
Then from high rock, the rocke of dispaire,
He fals, in hope to smother in the aire,
or els on stones to burst,
Or on cold waues to spend his last breath,
Or his strange life to end by strange death,
but fate forbid the worst.
6
With pity mou'd the gods thē change loue
To Phenix shape, yet cannot remoue
his wonted propertie,
He loues the sunne because it is faire,
Sleepe he neglects, he liues but by aire,
and would, but cannot die.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
LOue stood amaz'd at sweet sweet Beauties paine, Loue wold haue said that all was
〈♫〉
but vaine, and gods but halfe diuine. But when Loue saw that Beautie beautie would die, he all
〈♫〉
agast to heau'ns to heau'ns did crie, O gods O gods what wrong what wrong is mine.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
LOue stood amaz'd at sweet beauties paine,
〈♫〉
Loue would haue said that all was but vain, and gods
〈♫〉
but halfe diuine, but when Loue saw that beautie would
〈♫〉
die, he all agast to heau'ns did crie, O gods, O gods
〈♫〉
what wrong is mine.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
LOue stood amaz'd at sweete beauties paine, Loue would haue said that all was but
〈♫〉
vaine, and Gods but halfe diuine. But when Loue saw that beautie would die
repeat
he all agast
〈♫〉
to heau'ns to heauens did crie
repeat
O gods O gods what wrong what wrong is mine.
XI. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
LEnd your eares to my sorrow good peo- ple that haue
for no eyes wil I borow mine own shal grace▪ my
〈♫〉
a- ny pitie:
doleful ditty:
Chant then my voice though rude like to my riming, and tell foorth my griefe
〈♫〉
which here in sad despaire can find no ease of tormenting.
〈♫〉
Once liu'd, once I knew delight,
No griefe did shadowe then my pleasure:
Grac'd with loue, cheer'd with beauties sight,
I ioyed alone true heau
•
nly treasure,
O what a heau
•
n is loue firmely embraced,
Such power alone can fixe delight
In Fortunes bolome euer placed.
Cold as Ice frozen is that hart,
Where thought of loue could no time enter:
Such of life reape the poorest part
Whose weight cleaues to this earthly center,
Mutuallioies in hearts truly vnited
Doe earth to heauenly state conuert
Like heau'n still in it selfe delighted.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
LEnd your eares to my sorrow good people
repeat
that haue anie pittie:
for no eyes wil I borow, mine own shal
repeat
grace my doleful ditty:
Chant it my
〈♫〉
voice though rude, like to my riming, and tell forth my griefe, which here in sad despaire can
〈♫〉
find no ease of tormenting.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
LEnd your eares to my sorowe good
for no eyes wil I borow mine
〈♫〉
peo- ple that haue anie pitie.
owne shal grace my doleful dity.
Chaunt it my voice,
〈♫〉
though rude like to my riming, and tel forth my griefe
〈♫〉
which heere in sad despaire can finde no ease of tormenting.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
LEnd your eares to my sorow good peo- ple that haue anie pitie.
for no eyes will I borow, mine owne shal grace my doleful ditie.
Chaunt it my
〈♫〉
voice, my voice though rude like to my riming, and tel forth my griefe, my grief, which here in
〈♫〉
sad de despaire can find no ease of tormenting.
XII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
BY a fountaine where I lay, al bles- sed bee that
by the glimring of the sun, ô ne- uer bee her
〈♫〉
blessed day
shining done
whē I might see alone my true loues fairest one, loues deer light, loues cleare sight
〈♫〉
No worlds eyes can clearer see a fairer sight none none can be.
〈♫〉
2
Faire with garlands all addrest,
Was neuer Nymph more fairely blest,
Blessed in the highest degree,
So may she euer bessed be,
Came to this fountaine neere,
With such a smiling cheere,
Such a face,
Such a grace,
Happie, happie eyes that see
Such a heauenly sight as she.
3
Then I forthwith tooke my pipe
Which I all faire and cleane did wipe,
And vpon a heau'nly ground,
All in the grace of beautie found,
Plaid this roundelay,
Welcome faire Queene of May,
Sing sweete aire,
Welcome faire.
Welcome be the shepheards Queene,
The glorie of all our greene.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
BY a fountaine where I lay, al bles- sed bee that blessed day
by the glimring of the sun, ô ne- uer bee her shining done
whē I might see
〈♫〉
alone my true loues fairest one, loues deer light, loues cleare sight, No worlds eyes can clearer
〈♫〉
see a fairer sight a fairer sight none none can be.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
BY a fountaine where I lay, all
by the glimring of the sunne O
〈♫〉
bles- sed be that blessed day
ne- uer be her shining done
When I might
〈♫〉
see alone my true loues fairest one, loues deare light,
〈♫〉
loues cleare sight, no worlds eyes can clearer see, a
〈♫〉
fairer sight none none can be.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
BY a fountaine where I lay, all bles- sed blessed be that blessed day
by the glimring of the sun, O ne- uer ne-uer be her shining done
when I
〈♫〉
might see alone, my true loues fairest one, loues deere light, loues cleare sight, no worlds eyes
〈♫〉
can clearer see, a fairer sight, a fairer sight none can be.
XIII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
OH what hath ouerwrought my all a- ma- zed thought
or where to am I brought, that thus in vaine haue sought,
〈♫〉
Till time and truth hath taught, I labor all for nought.
The day I see is cleare, but I am
For griefe doth stil ap- peare, to crosse our
〈♫〉
nere the neere,
me- rie cheere,
while I can nothing heare, but winter all the yeare. Cold, hold, the sun wil shine
〈♫〉
warme, therefore now feare no harme. O blessed beames, where beautie streames happie happie
〈♫〉
light to loues dreames.
〈♫〉
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
OH what hath ouer wrought my all a- ma- zed thought,
or where to am I brought, that thus in vaine haue sought,
Till time & truth
〈♫〉
haue taught, I labour all for naught,
The day I see is cleare, but I am nere the neere,
For grief doth still a- peare, to crosse our me-rie cheere,
〈♫〉
while I can nothing heare, but winter all the yeare cold, hold, the sun wil shine warme therfore
〈♫〉
now feare no harm. O blessed beams, where beauty streams, happy happy light to loues dreames.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
OH what hath ouerwrought my all
or where-to am I brought that thus
〈♫〉
a- ma- zed thought,
in vaine haue sought,
I labor al for naught.
〈♫〉
The day I see is cleare, but I am nere the
for grief doth still appeare, to crosse all mer- rie
〈♫〉
neere,
cheere,
But winter all the yeere cold hold
〈♫〉
the sun will shine warme, therefore now feare no
〈♫〉
harme O blessed beames where beautie streames
〈♫〉
happie happie light to loues dreames.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
OH what hath ouerwrought my all a- ma- zed thought,
or where-to am I brought, that thus in vaine haue sought,
Till time and truth haue
〈♫〉
taught I labour all for naught.
The day I see is cleare, but I am nere the neere,
for grief doth stil appeare, to crosse our me- ry cheere,
while I
〈♫〉
can nothing heare but winter all the yeare Cold, hold, y• sun wil shine warm, therfore now feare no
〈♫〉
harme ô blessed beames where beauty streames, happy happy light, happy light to loues dreames
XIIII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
FAarewell vnkind farewell, to mee no more a father, since my
〈♫〉
heart my heart holdes my loue most deare: The wealth which thou doest reape, a- nothers
〈♫〉
hand must gather, Though thy heart thy heart still lies buried there, Then farewell, then
〈♫〉
farewell, O farewell, welcome my loue, welcome my ioy for euer.
〈♫〉
Tis not the vaine desire
of humane fleeting beautie,
Makes my mind to liue,
though my meanes do die.
Not do I Nature wrong,
though I forget my dutie:
Loue, not in the bloud,
but in the spirit doth lie.
Then farewell, &c.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
FArewell vnkind farewell, to me no more a father, since my heart
repeat
my heart
〈♫〉
holds my loue most deare. The wealth which thou doest reape, anothers hand must gather, though
〈♫〉
thy heart
repeat
thy heart still lies buried there. Then farewell
repeat
repeat
O
〈♫〉
farewell, welcome my ioy my ioy for euer.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
FArewell, vnkind farewell, to me no more
〈♫〉
a father since my heart my heart my heart holdes
〈♫〉
my loue most deare. The wealth which thou doest
〈♫〉
reape ano- thers hand must gather though thy
〈♫〉
heart thy heart thy heart lies still buried there. Then
〈♫〉
farewell
repeat
O farewell, welcome my
〈♫〉
loue welcome welcome my ioy for euer.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
FArewell vnkind, farewell, to mee no more a father, since my heart my heart my
〈♫〉
heart holds my loue most deare. The wealth which thou doest reape anothers hand must gather,
〈♫〉
though thy heart thy heart thy heart thy heart lies buried there. Then farewell
repeat
repeat
〈♫〉
O farewell, welcome my loue, welcome my ioy for ouer▪
XV. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
WEepe you no more sad fountaines, what need you
〈♫〉
flowe so fast, looke how the snowie mountaines, heau'ns sunne doth gently waste. But my
〈♫〉
sunnes heau'n- ly eyes view not your weeping. That nowe
〈♫〉
lie sleeping
repeat
softly
repeat
now softly lies sleeping.
〈♫〉
Sleepe is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets:
Doth not the sunne rise smiling,
When faire at eu'n he sets,
Rest you, then rest sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping
repeat
Softly
repeat
now softly lies sleeping.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WEepe weepe you no more sad fountaines, what neede what neede you flow so fast,
〈♫〉
Looke, how the sowie mountaines heau'ns sun doeth gent- ly waste, but my suns my suns
〈♫〉
heau'nly eyes view not your wee-ping, that now lie sleeping, that now ly sleeping, softly
repeat
〈♫〉
soft- ly that now softly lies sleeping.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WEepe you no more sad fountaines, what
〈♫〉
need you flow what need you flow so fast, look how the
〈♫〉
snowy mountaines heau'ns sun doeth gent- ly waste,
〈♫〉
But my suns heau'nly eyes view not view not your
〈♫〉
wee ping, your weeping, that now lies sleeping softly
〈♫〉
softly, now softly now softly lies sleeping.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WEep you no more no more sad fountains, what need you flow so fast, look how the snowy
〈♫〉
mountaines, heau'ns sun doth gētly wast, but my suns heau'nly eyes, view not view not your
〈♫〉
weeping, that now ly slee-ping, sleeping, y• now ly sleeping softly softly now softly ly sleeping.
XVI. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
FIe on this faining, is loue without desire, heat still remaining &
〈♫〉
yet no sparke of fire? Thou art vntrue, nor wert with fancie moued, for desire hath powre on
〈♫〉
all that e- uer loued.
〈♫〉
2
Shew some relenting,
Or graunt thou doest now Ioue,
Two hearts consenting
Shall they no comforts proue?
Yeeld, or confesse that loue is without pleasure,
And that womens bounties rob men of their treasure,
3
Truth is not placed
In words and forced smiles,
Loue is not graced
With that which still beguiles,
Loue or dislike, yeeld fire, or giue no fuell,
So maist thou proue kind, or at the least lesse cruell.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
FIe on this faining, is loue without desire: heat still remaining, and yet no sparke
〈♫〉
of fire? Thou art vntrue thou art vntrue, nor wert with fan- cie moued, for desire hath powre
〈♫〉
on all on all that euer loued.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
FIe on this faining, is loue without desire,
〈♫〉
heat still remaining, and yet no sparke of fire? Thou
〈♫〉
art vntrue, nor wert with fan- cie moued, for desire
〈♫〉
desire hath powre on all on all that euer loued.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
FIe on this faining, is loue without de- sire, heat still remaining and yer no sparke of
〈♫〉
fire? Thou art vntrue, vntrue, nor wert with fancie moued, for desire desire hath powre hath
〈♫〉
powre on all that euer loued.
XVII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
I must complaine, yet do enioy
repeat
my loue, she is too
〈♫〉
faire, too rich in beauties parts Thence is my griefe for nature while she
〈♫〉
stroue with all her graces and deuinest artes. To forme her too too beautifull of hue,
〈♫〉
she had no leisure
repeat
no leisure left to make her true.
〈♫〉
Should I agtieu'd then wish she were lesse faire,
That were repugnant to my owne desires,
She is admir'd, new suters still repaire,
That kindles dayly loues forgetfull fires,
Rest iealous thoughts, and thus resolue at last,
She hath more beautie then becomes the chast,
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
I must com-plaine, yet do enioy my loue my loue: she is too faire, too rich in beauties
〈♫〉
partes: Thence is my griefe, for na-ture while she stroue while she stroue, with al her graces,
〈♫〉
and di- ui- nest artes: to forme her too too beautifull of hue, shee had no leisure
〈♫〉
repeat
no leisure left to make her true.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
I must complain, yet do enioy enioy
〈♫〉
my loue my loue: shee is too faire, too rich
〈♫〉
in beauties parts: thence is my griefe, for nature
〈♫〉
while she stroue with all her graces & diui- nest
〈♫〉
artes, to forme her too too beautifull of hue:
〈♫〉
She had no leisure
repeat
no leisure
〈♫〉
left to make her true.
TENOR.
〈♫〉
I must com- plaine yet doe enioy my loue, she is too faire, too rich in beauties
〈♫〉
parts. Thence is my griefe, for nature while she stroue with all her gra- ces and diuinest
〈♫〉
artes, to frame her too too beautifull of hue. She had no leisure
repeat
no leisure left
〈♫〉
to make her true.
XVIII. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
IT was a time when sil- ly Bees could speake, and in
〈♫〉
that time I was a sillie Bee, who fed on Time vntil my heart gan break, yet neuer found the
〈♫〉
time would fauour mee. Of all the swarme I onely did not thriue, yet brought I waxe &
〈♫〉
ho-ney to the hiue.
〈♫〉
2
Then thus I buzd, when time no sap would giue,
Why should this blessed time to me be drie,
Sith by this Time the lazie drone doth liue,
The waspe, the worme, the gnat, the butterflie,
Mated with griefe, I kneeled on my knees,
And thus complaind vnto the king of Bees.
3
My liege, Gods graunt thy time may neuer end,
And yet vouchsafe to heare my plaint of Time,
Which fruitlesse Flies haue found to haue a friend,
And I cast downe when Atomies do clime.
The king replied but thus, Peace peeuish Bee,
Th' art bound to serue the time, the time not thee.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
IT was a time a time when silly Bees could speake, and in that time I was I was
〈♫〉
a silly Bee, who fed on time vntil my heart my hart gan break, yet neuer found the time would
〈♫〉
fauour me. Of all the swarme I only I on- ly did not thriue, yet brought I wax and hony hony
〈♫〉
to the hiue,
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
IT was a time a time whē silly Bees could
〈♫〉
speake, and in that time I was a silly Bee, who sed
〈♫〉
on time vntill my heart gan breake, yet neuer
〈♫〉
found the time would fauour me. Of all the swarm
〈♫〉
the swarme I one- ly I one- ly did not thriue, yet
〈♫〉
brought I waxe and honey to the hiue.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
IT was a time a time whē silly Bees could speak, and in y• time I was a sil- ly Bee, who
〈♫〉
fed on time vntil my heart gan breake, yet neuer found the time the time would fauor me, of al
〈♫〉
the swarme the swarme I only only did not thriue yet brought I waxe & ho- ny to y• hiue.
XIX. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
THe lowest trees haue tops, the Ant her gall, the flie her
〈♫〉
spleene, the little sparke his heate, and slender haires cast shadowes though but small,
〈♫〉
and Bees haue stings although they be not great. Seas haue their source, and so haue shallowe
〈♫〉
springs, and loue is loue in beggers and in kings.
〈♫〉
Where waters smoothest run, deep are the foords,
The diall stirres, yet none perceiues it moue:
The firmest faith is in the fewest words,
The Turtles cannot sing, and yet they loue,
True hearts haue eyes and eares, no tongues to speake:
They heare, and see, and sigh, and then they breake.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
THe lowest trees haue tops, the Ant her gall, the flie her spleen, the little spark his
〈♫〉
heat, and slender haires cast shadowes though but smal, and Bees haue stings, although they bee
〈♫〉
not great, Seas haue their source▪ & so haue shallow springs shal- low springs, and loue is loue
〈♫〉
in beggers and in kings.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
THe lowest trees haue tops, the ant her gall,
〈♫〉
the flie her spleen, the little spark his heat, and slender
〈♫〉
haires cast sha- dowes though but small, and
〈♫〉
Bees haue stings although they be not great. Seas haue
〈♫〉
their source & so haue shalow springs sha- low springs
〈♫〉
and loue is loue in beggers and in kings.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
THe lowest trees haue tops, the Ant her gall, the flie her spleen, ye little spark his heat
〈♫〉
and slender haires cast shadowes, though but smal, & Bees haue stings, although they be not
〈♫〉
great, Seas haue their source, & so haue shallow springs, & loue is loue in beggers & in kings.
XX. CANTVS.
〈♫〉
WHat poore Astronomers are they, take womēs eies for stars
〈♫〉
and set their thoughts in battell ray to fight such idle warres, whē in the end they shal approue,
〈♫〉
Tis but a iest drawne out of loue.
〈♫〉
2
And loue it selfe is but a ieast.
Deuisde by idle heads,
To catch yong fancies in the neast,
And lay it in fooles beds.
That being hatcht in beauties eyes,
They may be flidge ere they be wise.
3
But yet it is a sport to see
How wit will run on wheeles,
While wit cannot perswaded be
With that which reason feeles:
That womens eyes and startes are odde,
And loue is but a fained god.
4
But such as will run mad with will,
I cannot cleare their sight:
But leaue them to their studie still,
To looke where is no light.
Till time too late we make them trie,
They study
•
alse Astronomie.
ALTVS.
〈♫〉
WHat poore Astronomers are they, take womens eyes for starres, and set their thoughts
〈♫〉
in battell ray, to fight such i- dle warres, when in the end they shal approue, tis but a iest drawn
〈♫〉
out of loue.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉
WHat poore Astronomers are they take womens
〈♫〉
eyes for starres, and set their thoughts in battell
〈♫〉
ray to fight such idle warres, when in the end they shal
〈♫〉
approue, tis but a iest drawne out of loue.
〈♫〉
TENOR.
〈♫〉
WHat poore Astronomers are they take womens eyes for starres, and set their thoughts
〈♫〉
in battell ray, to fight such idle warres. When in the end they shall approue, tis but a iest drawne
〈♫〉
out of loue.
CANTVS PRIMA XXI Dialogue
〈♫〉
COme when I cal, or tarrie til I come, if you bee deafe I must proue dumb If thy de-sire euer
〈♫〉
knew the griefe of delay, no danger could stand in thy way. What need wee languish? can loue quickly
〈♫〉
quickly flie: feare euer hurts more then icalousie. Then securely enuie scorning, let vs end with ioy our
〈♫〉
mourning, iealousie still defie, and loue till we die.
〈♫〉
〈…〉
〈♫〉
Then securely enuie scorning, let vs end with ioy our mourning, ielousie still defie, & loue
repeat
till we die.
Dialogue. TENOR.
〈♫〉
Enuie scorning let vs end with ioy our mourning, iealosie still defie, and loue till we die▪
Dialogue. BASSVS.
〈♫〉
Thē securely enuy scorning, let vs end
〈♫〉
with ioy our mourning, iealosie still defie, and
〈♫〉
loue and loue till wee die.
〈♫〉
•
ialogue. SECVNDA PARS.
〈♫〉
STay a while my heau'nly ioy, I come with wings of loue, when enuious eyes time shal remoue
〈♫〉
O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe that languish here, wanting relief. Then securely enuy scorning,
〈♫〉
let vs end with ioy our mourning, iealosie still defie and loue till we die.
〈♫〉