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〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glo- ry, 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, of griefe & feare deliuer: And mee and thee, {repeat}And mee and thee, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉of griefe & feare deliuer. But come behinde, {repeat}for if she looke vp- 〈♫〉〈♫〉on thee, Alas poore Loue, {repeat}Then thou art woe bee-gon thee.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LAdy, when I behold, the Roses sprou- ting, the Roses sprou- ting, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}Which clad in damask mantels, {repeat}decke the 〈♫〉〈♫〉arbours: & then behold, {repeat} {repeat}& then behold your lips, wher sweet loue 〈♫〉〈♫〉harbours: {repeat}My eies presents mee, {repeat}with a 〈♫〉〈♫〉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 the roses. {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}For viewing both a like, hardly my minde 〈♫〉〈♫〉supposes, whether the Roses bee your lips, or your lips the Roses. whether the Roses 〈♫〉〈♫〉be your lippes, whether the Roses bee your lippes, or your lippes the Roses. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat} {repeat}
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHen shall my wretched lyfe 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, stop my vitall breath, (Come) stop my vitall breath, For I am 〈♫〉〈♫〉thine, Then let not care bereaue thee, Of thy sad thrall: But with thy fatall dart, 〈♫〉〈♫〉Kill care and mee, Kill care, and mee, While care lies at my hart. Kill care, and mee, 〈♫〉〈♫〉While care lyes at my hart.
〈♫〉〈♫〉OF ioyes, & pleasing paines, I late went singing: Of ioyes & plesing 〈♫〉〈♫〉paines, I late went singing,{repeat} O ioyes with paines, O 〈♫〉〈♫〉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 sting-ing: 〈♫〉〈♫〉All day long I my hands, Alas goe wringing, All day long I my hands Alas, Alas goe 〈♫〉〈♫〉wringing: The balefull notes, the balefull notes of which my sad tormenting, Are ruth, 〈♫〉〈♫〉and mone, frights, sobs, and loud lamen-ting, From hills and dales in my dull eares still 〈♫〉〈♫〉ringing. {repeat}
〈♫〉〈♫〉MY throte is sore, my voice is horse, my voice is horse, My throte is 〈♫〉〈♫〉sore, my voice is horse with skriking: {repeat}My rests, are sighes, {repeat}Deep from the 〈♫〉〈♫〉hart root fetched: My song runnes all on sharps, {repeat}And with oft stri- 〈♫〉〈♫〉king, time on my brest, {repeat}I shrink with hands out stretched: {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉Thus still, and still I sing, {repeat}And neare am linning: thus still, & still I sing, & 〈♫〉〈♫〉neare am linning: {repeat}For still the close, points to my first beginning. 〈♫〉〈♫〉Thus still & still I sing, & neare am linning: Thus still, & still I sing, and neare am 〈♫〉〈♫〉linning: {repeat}For still the close points to my first beginning.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CRuell behold my heauie end- ing, Cruell behold, {repeat}my 〈♫〉〈♫〉heauie ending, See, what you wrought, See what you wrought, by your disdayning, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉See what you wrought by your dis-dayning, Causelesse I die, Loue 〈♫〉〈♫〉still attending, Your hopeles pittie of my complayning: Your hopeles pittie of my 〈♫〉〈♫〉complayning, Suffer those eyes which thus haue slaine mee, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉With speed, to end, With speed to end, their kil- ling power: So shall you 〈♫〉〈♫〉proue, how loue doth paine me: {repeat}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: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}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 thou may'st not: 〈♫〉〈♫〉If Loue shall then assaile thee, {repeat}A double double anguish, will tor- 〈♫〉〈♫〉mēt thee {repeat}And thou wilt wish, (But wishes all wil faile 〈♫〉〈♫〉thee,) O mee, that I were yong againe, O mee, that I were young againe; And 〈♫〉〈♫〉so repent thee. O mee, that I were young againe; And so rerepent thee.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHy dost thou shoot, And I seeke not to shield mee? Why dost thou 〈♫〉〈♫〉shoot, Why doest thou shoot, & I seeke not to shield mee? I yeeld (sweet Loue) I yeeld, 〈♫〉〈♫〉(sweet Loue) Spare then my wounded liuer, And doe not make my hart, thy arrowes 〈♫〉〈♫〉qui- uer. And doe not make my hart thy arrowes quiuer. O hold; O hold; What 〈♫〉〈♫〉needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee. What needs this shoo- ting, What needs this 〈♫〉〈♫〉shoo- ting, {repeat}when I yeeld mee? O hold, O hold, What 〈♫〉〈♫〉needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee? What needes this shooting, when I yeeld mee.