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