Tvvo bookes of ayres The first contayning diuine and morall songs: the second, light conceites of louers. To be sung to the lute and viols, in two, three, and foure parts: or by one voyce to an instrument. Composed by Thomas Campian.

CANTVS. VII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my re- ty-red mind, And fain would I some song of plea- sure sing: But in vain ioies no cōfort now I find: From heauenly thoughts al true delight doth spring. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thy power O God, thy mercies to record, Will sweeten euery note and euery word. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

To Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And faine would I some song of pleasure sing: But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde: From heau'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring. Thy power O God, thy mercies to record Will sweeten eu'ry note, and eu'ry word.

2

All earthly pompe or beauty to expresse, Is but to carue in snow, on waues to write. Celestiall things though men conceiue them less••, Yet fullest are they in themselues of light: Such beames they yeeld as know no meanes to dye: Such heate they cast as lifts the Spirit high.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy way, as they wel remember: Thou re-ceiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, thou fift of Nouember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thou with triumph shalt exceede, In the strictest Em- ber: For by thy returne the Lord re- cords his blessed deede.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing▪ But in vain 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts Come 〈♫〉〈♫〉 houres with Roses strew thy way, As they well re- chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of No-. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 member: Thou with triumph shalt exceed in the strictest uember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deed.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mind, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy ••ay, As they wel remember: Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of Nouember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thou with triumph shalt exceede in the strictest ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deede.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And faine would I some song of pleasure sing: But 〈♫〉〈♫〉 in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.