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.

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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.
Author
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
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London :: Printed by Tho. Snodham, for Mathew Lownes, and I. Browne Cum priuilegio,
[1613?]
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Songs with lute.
Part-songs, English.
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CANTVS. XII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe peacefull westerne winde the win- ter storms hath tam'd. The forward buds so And na-ture in each kinde the kind heat hath in- flam'd. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sweetly breath out of their earthly bowrs, That heau'n which views their pomp beneath wold faine be deckt wt flowres. 〈♫〉〈♫〉
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The peacefull westerne winde The winter stormes hath tam'd, And nature in each kinde The kinde heat hath inflam'd. The forward buds so sweetly breathe Out of their earthy bowers, That heav'n which viewes their pompe beneath, Would faine be deckt with flowers.
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See how the morning smiles On her bright easterne hill, And with soft steps beguiles Them that lie slumbring still. The musicke-louing birds are come From cliffes and rockes vnknowne; To see the trees and briers blome, That late were ouer-flowne.
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What Saturne did destroy, Loues Quene reuiues againe; And now her naked boy Doth in the fields remaine: Where he such pleasing change doth view In ev'ry liuing thing, As if the world were borne anew, To gratifie the Spring.
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If all things life present, Why die my comforts then? Why suffers my content? Am I the worst of men? O beautie, be not thou accus'd? Too iustly in this case: Vnkindly if true loue be vs'd. 'Twill yeeld thee little grace,

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ALTVS.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THere is none, O none but you, that from mee estrange your sight, Whom mine eyes af- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fect to view or hained eares heare with delight.
BASSVS.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THere is none, O none but you, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 That from mee estrange your sight, Whom mine 〈♫〉〈♫〉 eyes affect to view, or chained eares heare 〈♫〉〈♫〉 with delight.
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