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〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory, Subdue her hart, who 〈♫〉〈♫〉makes mee glad and sorry. Out of thy golden quiuer, Take thou thy strongest ar- 〈♫〉〈♫〉row, That will through bone and marrow: {repeat}And mee and thee, 〈♫〉〈♫〉And mee and thee, {repeat} {repeat}of griefe & feare deliuer: But come 〈♫〉〈♫〉behinde, {repeat}for if shee looke vppon thee, A-las poore Loue, Then thou art 〈♫〉〈♫〉woe begon thee.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LAdy, when I behold, the Roses sprouting, the Roses sprou- 〈♫〉〈♫〉ting, Which clad in damask man-tels deck the arbours: And thē behold, And thē be- 〈♫〉〈♫〉hold your lips, Wher sweet Loue harbours: My eies presents me with a double, double 〈♫〉〈♫〉doubting: For viewing both a like, hardly my mind supposes, whether the Roses be your 〈♫〉〈♫〉lips, whether the Roses be your lips, or your lips ye Roses. {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉For viewing both a like, hard- ly my minde supposes, whether the Roses be your 〈♫〉〈♫〉lips, whether ye Roses be your lips, or your lips the Roses. {repeat}
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHen shall my wretched lyfe giue place to death? giue place to death? 〈♫〉〈♫〉That my sad cares may be inforc'd to leaue mee: Come saddest shadow, Come saddest 〈♫〉〈♫〉shadow, stop my vital breath, For I am thine, Then let not care bereaue thee, Of 〈♫〉〈♫〉thy sad thrall: But with thy fatall dart, Kill care, & me, While care lies at my hart. 〈♫〉〈♫〉Kill care, and mee, While care lyes at my hart.
〈♫〉〈♫〉OF ioyes, and pleasing paines, I late went singing: O ioyes with 〈♫〉〈♫〉paines, ô paines with ioyes cōsenting: And little thought as then of now repenting: 〈♫〉〈♫〉& little thought as then of now repenting: But now, think of my then sweet bitter 〈♫〉〈♫〉stinging: All day long, I my hands Alas goe wringing, The balefull notes of 〈♫〉〈♫〉which my sad tormenting, Are ruth and mone, frights, sobs, & loud lamenting, From 〈♫〉〈♫〉hills and dales in my dull eares still ringing.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MY throte is sore, my voice is horse with skriking: My rests, are 〈♫〉〈♫〉sighes, {repeat}Deep from the hart root fetched: My song runnes all on sharps, & with 〈♫〉〈♫〉oft striking, time on my breast, I shrink with hands out stretched: Thus stil, & still I 〈♫〉〈♫〉sing, and neare am linning: For still, the close, points to my first beginning. Thus 〈♫〉〈♫〉still and still I sing, and neare am linning: For still, the close, points to my first 〈♫〉〈♫〉beeginning.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CRuell behold, behold my heauie ending, Cruell behold, my heauy 〈♫〉〈♫〉ending, See, what you wrought by your disdayning, See what you wrought by your dis- 〈♫〉〈♫〉dayning, Causelesse I die, Loue still attending, Your hopeles pitty of my complaining, 〈♫〉〈♫〉Suffer those eyes which thus haue slaine mee, {repeat}With 〈♫〉〈♫〉speed, to end their killing power: So shall you proue, how loue doth paine me: 〈♫〉〈♫〉And see mee dye, mee dye, still yower.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THou art but yong thou sai'st, And loues delight thou mai'st not: O 〈♫〉〈♫〉take time while thou mai'st, Least when thou would'st thou mai'st not: O take time 〈♫〉〈♫〉while thou mai'st, Least when thou would'st, Least when thou would'st thou mai'st not. 〈♫〉〈♫〉If Loue shall then assaile thee, A dou-ble double anguish, will torment thee: And 〈♫〉〈♫〉thou wilt wish, (But wishes all will faile thee,) O mee, that I were yong againe, O 〈♫〉〈♫〉mee, that I were yong againe; And so repent thee. O mee, that I were yong againe; And 〈♫〉〈♫〉so repent thee.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHy dost thou shoot, And I seeke not to shield mee? {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉I yeeld (sweet Loue) I yeeld, (sweet Loue) Spare then my wounded liuer, 〈♫〉〈♫〉And doe not make my hart, thy ar- rowes quiuer. And doe not make my hart, thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉arrowes quiuer. O hold; O hold; What needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee? What 〈♫〉〈♫〉needs this shooting, when I yeeld me. O hold, O hold, What needs this shooting, when I 〈♫〉〈♫〉yeeld mee? What needes this shooting, when I yeeld mee?