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.

TO THE RIGHT NOBLE, AND VERTVOVS, HENRY Lord CLIFFORD, Sonne and Heyre to the Right Honourable, FRANCIS, Earle of CVMBERLAND.

SVch dayes as weare the badge of holy red, Are for deuotion markt, and sage delight; The vulgar Low-dayes vndistinguished, Are left for labour, games, and sportfull sights.

This seu'rall and so diff'ring vse of Time, VVithin th'enclosure of one weeke wee finde, VVhich I resemble in my Notes and Rime, Expressing both in their peculiar kinde.

Pure Hymnes, such as the seauenth day loues, doe leade, Graue age did iustly chalenge those of mee: These weeke-day workes in order that succeede, Your youth best fits, and yours yong Lord they be: As hee is, who to them their beeing gaue, If th'one, the other you of force must haue:

Your Honors, THOMAS CAMPIAN.

To the READER.

THat holy Hymnes with Louers cares are knit Both in one Quire here, thou maist think't vnfit; Why do'st not blame the Stationer as well, Who in the same Shop sets all sorts to sell? Diuine with stiles prophane, graue shelu'd with vaine; And some matcht worse, yet none of him complaine.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VAine men whose follies make a God of Loue, Whose blindnesse beau- ty Praise not what de-sire, but what you proue, Count those things good that 〈♫〉〈♫〉 doth immortal deem. I cānot cal her true that's false to me, Nor make of women more thē women be. are, not those y^e seem.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉

VAine men whose follies make a God Praise not what you de- sire, but what 〈♫〉〈♫〉 of Loue, Whose blind- nesse beau- ty doth im- you proue, Count those things good that are, not 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mor-tall deeme. I cannot call her true that's false to those that seeme. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me, Nor make of women more then women be,

1

Vaine men whose follies make a God of Loue, Whose blindnesse beauty doth immortall deeme, Prayse not what you desire, but what you proue, Count those things good that are, not those that seeme. I cannot call her true that's false to me, Nor make of women more then women be.

2

How faire an entrance breakes the way to loue? How rich of golden hope, and gay delight? What hart cannot a modest beauty moue? Who seeing cleare day once will dreame of night? Shee seem'd a Saint that brake her faith with mee, But prou'd a woman as all other be.

3

So bitter is their sweet, that true content Vnhappy men in them may neuer finde, Ah but without them none; both must consent, Else vncouth are they ioyes of eyther kinde. Let vs then prayse their good, forget their ill, Men must be men, and women women still.

CANTVS. I.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VAine men whose fol- lies make a God of Loue, Prayse not what you de- sire, but what you proue, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Whose blindnesse beau- ty doth im- mortall deeme. I cannot call her true that's false to Count those things good that are, not those that seeme. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me, Nor make of women more then women be. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw eas'- ly wert thou chained, Fond hart by fauours fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in grace, But since th'art now be- guiled, By some that falsly smiled, In some lesse hap-py place 〈♫〉〈♫〉 straight to dye, straight to dye dis- dained? My loue still here en- crea- seth, And with my loue my mourne alone, mourne alone ex- i- led. Yet 'tis no woman leaues me, For such may proue vn- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 griefe, While her sweet bounty cea- seth, That gaue my woes reliefe. iust, A Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose faith who could mistrust?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw eas' -ly wert But since th'art now 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thou chained, Fond hart by fauours be- guiled, By Loue that falsly 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in grace, smiled, In some lesse hap-py place 〈♫〉〈♫〉 straight to die, straight to die disdained? mourne alone, mourn alone ex-i-led. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 My loue still here in- crea- seth, Yet 'tis no woman leaues me: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 And with my loue my griefe, While For such may proue vn-iust, A 〈♫〉〈♫〉 her sweet bounty cea-seth, That Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ••a••e my woes reliefe. faith who could mistrust?

CANTVS. II.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw eas'- ly wert thou chained, Fond hart by fauours fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in But since th'art now be- guiled, By Loue that falsely smiled, In some lesse happy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grace, straight to die, straight to die disdai- ned? My loue stil here en- crea-seth, & with my loue my grief, While place, mourne alone, mourne alone ex-i- led. Yet 'tis no woman leaues me, for such may proue vn-iust, A 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 her sweet bounty cea-seth, That gaue my woes reliefe. Goddesse thus deceiues me, Whose faith who could mistrust? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

How eas'ly wert thou chained Fond hart by fauours fained? Why liu'd thy hopes in grace, Straight to dye disdained? But since th'art now beguiled By Loue that falsely smiled: In some lesse happy place Mourne alone exiled. My loue still here increaseth, And with my loue my griefe, While her sweet bounty ceaseth That gaue my woes reliefe. Yet 'tis no woman leaues me, For such may proue vniust, A Goddesse thus deceiues me Whose faith who could mistrust?

2

A Goddesse to much graced, That Paradice is placed In her most heau'nly brest, Once by loue embraced; But loue that so kinde proued Is now from her remoued, Nor will he longer rest Where no faith is loued. If Powres Celestiall wound vs, And will not yeeld relie••e, Wo thē must needs con••ound vs, For none can cure ou•• griefe. No wonder if I languish Through burden o•• my smart, It is no common anguish From Paradice to part.

CONTRATENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HAr- den now thy ty- red hart with more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false teares hence- Once true hap-py daies thou saw'st, when she stood firme and kinde: Both as one then liu'd, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright houres be fled and neuer may returne, held one eare, one tongue, one minde. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 What then remaines but her vntruths to mourne?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HAr- den now thy ty- red hart with Once true hap- py daies thou saw'st, when 〈♫〉〈♫〉 more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false tears hence- shee stood firm & kinde: Both as one then liu'd, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright held one eare, one toung, one minde. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 houres be fled, and neuer may returne: What then re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 maines, but her, but her vntruths to mourne?

1

Harden now thy tyred hart with more then flinty rage; Ne'er let her false teares henceforth thy constant griefe asswage. Once true happy dayes thou saw'st, when shee stood firme and kinde: Both as one then liu'd, and held one care, one tongue, one minde. But now those bright houres be fled, and neuer may returne: What then remaines, but her vntruths to mourne?

2

Silly Tray-tresse who shall now thy carelesse tresses place▪ Who thy pretty talke supply? whose eare thy musicke grace? Who shall thy bright eyes admire? what lips triumph with thine? Day by day who'll visit thee, and say th'art onely mine? Such a time there was God wot, but such shall neuer be, Too oft I feare thou wilt remember me.

CANTVS. III.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HAr- den now thy ty- red hart, with more then flin- ty rage; Ne're let her false Once true hap- py daies thou saw'st, when shee stood firme & kinde: Both as one then 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 teares hence-forth thy constant griefe as- swage. But now those bright houres be fled, and neuer may returne. liu'd and held one eare▪ one tongue, one minde. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 What then re- maynes▪ but her vntruths to mourne? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O What vnhop't for sweet supply, O what ioyes exceeding▪ That which I long de- What an af- fecting charme feele I From de- light proceeding? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 spair'd to be, To her I am, to her I am, and shee, and shee, and shee to mee.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O What vnhop't for What an af- fecting 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sweet supply, O what ioyes ex-ceeding•• charme feele I From de- light proceeding? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 That which I long despair'd to be, To her I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 am, and shee, and shee to mee.

CANTVS IIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O What vnhop't for sweet supply, O what ioyes ex- ceeding•• What an af- fecting charme feele I From de- light pro- ceeding? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 That which I long de- spair'd to be, to her I am, to her I am, and shee, and she to me. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

O what vnhop't for sweet supply! O what ioyes exceeding! What an affecting charme feele I From delight proceeding? That which I long despair'd to be, To her I am, and shee to mee.

2

Shee that alone in cloudy griefe Long to mee appeared; Shee now alone with bright reliefe, All those clouds hath cleared. Both are immortall, and diuine, Since I am hers, and she as mine.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere shee her sacred bowre a- dornes, the Ri- uers clearely flow. Her Sun-like beau- ty The groues and medowes swel with flowres, the windes all gently blow. Who then can blame the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shines so faire, her spring can neuer fade. life that striues to har-bour in her shade?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere shee her sacred bowre a- The groues & medowes swell with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 dornes, the Ri- uers clearely flow: Her Sun- flowres, the winds all gently blow: Who then 〈♫〉〈♫〉 like beau- ty shines so faire, her spring can can blame the life that striues to har-bour 〈♫〉〈♫〉 neuer fade. in her shade?

CANTVS. V.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere shee her sacred bowre a- dornes▪ the Ri- uers clearly flowe: The groues and medowes swell with flowres, the windes all gently blow: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Her Sunne-like beau- ty shines so faire her spring can ne- uer fade. Who then can blame the life that striues to harbour in her shade? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Where shee her sacred bowre adornes The Riuers clearely flow: The groues and medowes swell with flowres, The windes all gently blow. Her Sunne-like beauty shines so fayre Her Spring can neuer fade: Who then can blame the life that striues The harbour in her shade?

2

Her grace I sought, her loue I wooed; Her loue though I obtaine, No time, no toyle, no vow, no faith Her wished grace can gaine. Yet truth can tell my heart is hers, And her will I adore: And from that loue when I depart Let heau'n view me no more.

Her roses with my prayes shall spring, And when her trees I praise, Their boughs shall blossome, mellow fruit Shall straw her pleasant wayes. The words of harty zeale haue powre High wonders to effect; O why should then her Princely eare My words, or zeale neglect?

If shee my faith misdeemes, or worth, Woe-worth my haplesse fa••e: For though time can my truth reueale, That time will come too late. And who can glory in the worth, That cannot yeeld him grace? Content in eu'ry thing is not, Nor ioy in eu'ry place.

But from her bowre of Ioy since I Must now excluded be: And shee will not relieue my cares Which none can helpe but shee: My comfort in her loue shall dwell, Her loue lodge in my brest; And though not in her bowre, yet I Shall in her temple rest.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAine would I my loue disclose, Aske what honour might denye. Worse then paine is feare to But both loue and her I lose, From my motion if she flye. If not happy safe Ile 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me, Then hold in fan- cy though it burne. be, And to my clostred cares returne.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAine would I my loue dis- But both loue and her I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 close, Aske what honour might de-nie. lose, From my motion if she flye. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Worse then paine is feare to me, Then hold in If not happy safe Ile be, And to my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fan- cy though it burne. clostred care returne

CANTVS. VI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAine would I my loue disclose, Aske what honour might de- nie. But both loue and her I lose, From my motion if she flie. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Worse then paine is feare to me, Then hold in fan- cy, though it burne. If not happy safe Ile be, And to my clo-stred cares returne. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Faine would I my loue disclose, Aske what honour might denye; But both loue and her I lose, From my motion if shee flye. Worse then paine is feare to mee, Then hold in fancy though it burne; If not happy, safe Ile be, And to my clostred cares returne.

2

Yet, ô yet in vaine I striue To represse my school'd desire, More and more the flames reuiue, I consume in mine owne fire. She would pitty might shee know The harmes that I for her endure: Speake then, and get comfort so, A wound long hid growes most recure.

3

Wise shee is, and needs must know All th'attempts that beauty moues: Fayre she is, and honour'd so, That she sure hath tryed some loues. If with loue I tempt her then, 'Tis but her due to be desir'd: What would women thinke of men, If their deserts were not admir'd?

4

Women courted haue the hand To discard what they distaste; But those Dames whom none demand, Want oft what their wil•• imbrac't. Could their firmnesse iron excell, As they are faire they should be sought; When true theeues vse falsehood well, As they are wise they will be caught.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GIue beauty all her right, shee's not to one forme t••ed: Each shape yeelds faire delight, where 〈♫〉〈♫〉 her perfections bide. Hellen I grant might pleasing be, And Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as sweet, was as sweet, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 was as sweet as she.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GIue beauty all her right, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shee's not to one forme tied: Each shape yeelds 〈♫〉〈♫〉 faire de- light, where her perfections bide. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Hellen I grant might pleasing be, And 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ros'mond, and Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sweet, was as sweet, as sweet as shee.

CANTVS. VII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GIue beauty all her right, shee's not to one forme tyed: Each shape yeelds faire delight, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 where her perfections bide. Hellen I grant might plea- sing be▪ And Ros'mond, and Ros'mond was as sweet, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 was as sweet, was as sweet as she. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Giue beauty all her right▪ Shees not to one forme tyed: Each shape yeelds faire delight Where her perfections bide: Hellen I grant might pleasing be, And Ros'mond was as sweet as shee.

2

Some the quicke eye commends, Some smelling lips and red: Pale lookes haue many friends, Through sacred sweetnesse bred Medowes haue flowres that pleasure moue, Though Roses are the flowres of loue.

3

Free beauty is not bound To one vnmoued clime, She visits eu'ry ground, And fauours eu'ry time. Let the old loues with mine compare, My sou'raigne is as sweet, and fayre.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Deare that I with thee might liue, From humane trace re- mo- ued: While fond Where iea- lous care might ney- ther grieue, Yet each dote on their lo- ued. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 feare may colour finde Loue's seldome plea- sed: But much like a sickemans rest it's soone disea- sed.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Deare that I with thee might Where iea- lous care might neyther 〈♫〉〈♫〉 liue, From humane trace re- moued: While fond grieue, Yet each dote on their loued. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.

CANTVS. VIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Deare that I with thee might liue, From humane trace re- moued: Where iea- lous care might neyther grieue, Yet each dote on their loued. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 While fond feare may co- lour finde, Loue's seldome pleased: But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

O deare that I with thee might liue, From humane trace remoued: Where iealous care might neither grieue, Yet each dote on their loued. While fond feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased: But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.

2

Why should our mindes not mingle so, When loue and faith is plighted▪ That eyther might the others know, Alike in all delighted? Why should frailtie breed suspect when hearts are fixed? Must all humane ioyes of force with griefe be mixed?

3

How oft haue wee eu'n smilde in teares Our fond mistrust repenting? As snow when heau'nly fire appeares, So melts loues hate relenting. Vexed kindnesse soone fals off, and soone returneth: Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GOod men shew if you can tell, Farre and neere her would I seeke, So vex'd with Where doth humane Pit- ty dwell. Shee they say to all is meek, And one- ly 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sor- row is my brest. makes th'vn-happy blest.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GOod men shew if Where doth hu- mane 〈♫〉〈♫〉 you can tell, Far and neere her would I Pit- ty dwel. She they say to all is 〈♫〉〈♫〉 seeke, So vex'd with sor- row is my brest. meeke, And one- ly makes th'vnhappy blest.

CANTVS. IX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 GOod men shew if you can tell, Farre and neere her would Where doth humane pit- ty dwell? She they say to all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 I seeke, So vex'd with sor- row is my brest. is meeke, And one- ly makes th'vn happy blest. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Good men shew, if you can tell, Where doth humane pittie dwell? Farre and neere her would I seeke, So vext with sorrow is my brest, She (they say) to all is meeke, And onely makes th'vnhappie blest.

2

Oh! if such a Saint there be, Some hope yet remaines for me: Prayer or sacrifice may gaine From her implored grace reliefe, To release mee of my paine, Or at the least to ease my griefe.

3

Young am I, and farre from guile, The more is my woe the while: Falshood with a smooth disguise My simple meaning hath abus'd, Casting mists before mine eyes, By which my senses are confus'd.

4

Faire he is who vow'd to me, That he onely mine would be: But alas, his minde is caught With eu'ry gaudie bait he sees. And too late my flame is taught That too much kindnesse makes men freese.

5

From me all my friends are gone, While I pine for him alone, And not one will rue my case, But rather my distresse deride, That I thinke there is no place Where pittie euer yet did bide.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHat har- uest halfe so sweet is, as still to reape the kis- ses growne in sow-ing? And straight to be re- cei- uer of that which thou art gi- uer rich in bestow-ing? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Kiss•• then my har- uest Queen, full gar- ners hea- ping; Kisses ripest when th'are green, want only rea- ping.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHat har- uest halfe so sweet is, And straight to be re- cei-uer 〈♫〉〈♫〉 As still to reape the kisses grown ripe in sowing? Of that which thou art giuer rich in bestowing? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Kisse then my haruest Queene, full garners heaping. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Kisses ripest when th'are greene, want only reaping.

CANTVS. X.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHat har- uest half so sweet is. As stil to reape the kisses grown ripe in sowing? And straight be re- ceiuer Of y^• which thou art giuer, rich in bestowing? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Kisse then my har- uest Queen, ful Gar- ners heaping; Kisses ripest when th'are green, want on- ly reaping. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

What haruest halfe so sweet is, As still to reape the kisses Growne ripe in sowing? And straight to be receiuer Of that which thou art giuer, Rich in bestowing? Kisse then my haruest Queene, full garners heaping; Kisses ripest when th are greene, want onely reaping.

2

The Doue alone expresses Her feruencie in kisses, Of all most louing: A creature as offencelesse, As those things that are sencelesse, And void of mouing▪ Let vs so loue and kisse, Though all enuie vs: That which kinde, and harmlesse is, None can denie vs.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SWeet exclude me not, nor be di- uided From him that ere long must bed thee: Presume All thy maiden doubts law hath de- cided, Sure wee are, and I must wed thee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thē yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, a little more. Here's the way, the way, the way, bar not the dore.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SWeet exclude mee not, nor be diuided All thy mayden doubts law hath decided; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 From him that ere long must bed thee: Presume then Sure wee are, and I must wed thee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 little more. Here here's the way, the way, bar not the dore.

1

Sweet exclude mee not, nor be divided From him that ere long must bed thee: All thy maiden doubts Law hath decided; Sure wee are, and I must wed thee. Presume then yet a little more, Here's the way, barre not the dore.

2

Tenants to fulfill their Land-lords pleasure Pay their rent before the quarter: 'Tis my case, if you it rightly measure, Put mee not then off with laughter. Consider then a little more, Here's the way to all my store.

3

Why were dores in loues despight deuised? Are not Lawes enough restrayning? Women are most apt to be surprised Sleeping, or sleepe wisely fayning. Then grace me yet a little more, Here's the way, barre not the dore.

CANTVS. XI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SWeet exclude mee not, nor be de- ui- ded From him that ere long must All thy mayden doubts law hath de- ci-ded, Sure wee are, and I must 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 bed thee: Presume then yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a little more, yet a lit- tle more. wed thee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's the way, the way, the way, barre not the dore. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe peacefull Westerne winde the Win- ter stormes hath tam'd: The forward buds so sweetly And Nature in each kinde the kinde heat hath in- flam'd. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 breathe out of their earthly bowres, That heau'n which viewes their pomp beneath would faine be deckt with flowres.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe peacefull Westerne And Nature in each 〈♫〉〈♫〉 winde the Win- ter stormes hath tam'd: kinde the kinde heate hath in- flam'd. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 The forward buds so sweetly breathe out of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 their earthly bowres, That heau'n which 〈♫〉〈♫〉 viewes their pompe beneath, would faine be 〈♫〉〈♫〉 deckt with flowres.

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 w^t flowres. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

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.

2

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.

3

What Saturne did destroy, Loues Que••ne 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.

4

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,

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.

CANTVS. XIII.

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

1

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.

2

Other beauties others moue, In you I ••ll graces finde: Such is the effect of loue, To make them happy that are kinde.

3

Women in fraile beauty trust, Onely seeme you faire to mee, Yet proue truely kinde and iust, For that may not dissembled be.

4

Sweet afford mee then your sight, That surveying all your lookes, Endlesse volumes I may write, And fill the world with enuyed bookes.

5

Which when after ages view, All shall wonder, and despaire, Woman to finde man so true, Or man a woman halfe so faire.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 PIn'd I am and like to dye, And all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry day re- fuse: If I musing sit or stand, Some puts it daily in my hand to in- ter- rupt my Muse. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 The same thing I seeke and flye, And want that which none would denye.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 PIn'd I am and like to dye, And If I musing sit or stand, Some 〈♫〉〈♫〉 all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry puts it daily in my hand to in- ter- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 day re- fuse: That same thing I seeke and flye, And rupt my Muse. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 want that which none would denie.

CANTVS. XIIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 PIn'd I am, and like to dye, And all for lack of that which I doe eu'- ry, day re- fuse: If I musing sit or stand, Some puts it daily in my hand to in- ter- rupt my Muse. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 The same thing I seeke and flye, And want that which none would deny. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Pin'd I am, and like to die, And all for lacke of that which I Doe eu'ry day refuse. If I musing sit, or stand, Some puts it daily in my hand, To interrupt my muse. The same thing I seeke, and flie, And want that which none would denie.

2

In my bed when I should rest, It breeds such trouble in my brest, That scarce ••ine eyes will close: If I sleepe, it seemes to be Oft playing in the bed with me, But wak't away it goes. Tis some spirit sure I weene, And yet it may be felt, and seene.

3

Would I had the heart, and wit, To make it stand, and coniure it That haunts me thus wi••h teare. Doubtlesse tis some harmlesse spright, For it by day, as well as night, Is ready to appeare. Be it friend, or be it foe, Ere long Ile trie what it will doe.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SO ma- ny loues haue I negle- cted, whose good parts might moue mee: Why is That now I liue of all reje- cted, there is none will loue mee. Looseth 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mayden heate so coy? it freezeth when it bur- neth, it burneth; what it might in-ioy, and hauing lost it mour- neth, it mourneth.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SO many loues haue I neg- That now I liue of all re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 lected, whose good parts might moue mee: jected, there is none will loue mee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Why is mayden heate so coy? it freezeth Looseth what it might inioy, and hauing 〈♫〉〈♫〉 when it burneth; lost it mourneth.

CANTVS. XV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SO many loues haue I neg- le- cted, whose good parts might moue mee: That now I liue of all re- je- cted, there is none will loue mee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Why is mayden heate so coy? it freezeth when it bur- neth; Looseth what it might in- ioy, and hauing lost it mour- neth. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

So many loues haue I neglected, Whose good parts might moue mee; That now I liue of all rejected, There is none will loue me▪ Why is mayden heate so coy? It freezeth when it burneth; Looseth what it might inioy, And hauing lost it mourneth.

2

Should I then wooe that haue beene wooed, Seeking them that flye mee? When I my faith with teares haue vowed, And when all denye mee, Who will pitty my disgrace, Which loue might haue preuented? There is no submissio•• ••ase Where error is repented.

3

O happy men whose hopes are licenc'd To discourse their passion: While women are confin'd to silence, Loosing wisht occasion. Yet our tongues then theirs, men say, Are apter to be mouing: Women are more dumbe then they, But in their thoughts more mouing.

4

When I compare my former strangenesse With my present doting, I pitty men that speake in plainenesse, Their true hearts deuoting, While wee with repentance lest At their submissiue passion: Maydes I see are neuer blest That strange be but for fashion.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THough your strangenesse frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: If another you affect, You per- swade mee 'tis but Art That se-cret loue must faine. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 'Tis but a shew t' auoid suspect. Is this faire excusing? O no, all is a- busing.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THough your strangenesse You per- swade me 〈♫〉〈♫〉 frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: 'tis but Art That se-cret loue must faine. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 If another you affect, 'Tis but a shew 〈♫〉〈♫〉 t'auoid suspect, Is this faire excusing? O 〈♫〉〈♫〉 no, all is abusing.

CANTVS. XVI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THough your strangenesse frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: If another You per- swade me, 'tis but Art That se- cret loue must faine. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 you affect, T'is but a shew t'auoid su- spect, Is this faire excusing? O no, all is a- busing. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Though your strangenesse frets my hart, Yet may not I complaine: You perswade me 'tis but Art That secret loue must faine, If another you affect, T'is but a shew t'auoid suspect, Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.

2

Your wisht sight if I desire, Suspitions you pretend, Causelesse you your selfe retire While I in vaine attend: This a Louer whets you say, Still made more eager by delay. Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.

3

When another holds your hand, You sweare I hold your hart: When my Riuals close doe stand, And I sit farre apart, I am neerer yet then they, Hid in your bosome, as you say. Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.

4

Would my Riual then I were, Some els your secret friend: So much lesser should I feare, And not so much attend. They enioy you eu'ry one, Yet I must seeme your friend alone, Is this faire excusing? O no, all is abusing.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme a- way, come away, arm'd with loues delights, Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee, When 〈♫〉〈♫〉 loue and longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the promis'd houre is wel nye 〈♫〉〈♫〉 spent, And plea- sure being too much deferr'd looseth her best content.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme a- way arm'd with loues delights, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee when loue and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 come, the promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, and pleasure 〈♫〉〈♫〉 being too much deferr'd loo- seth her best content.

1

Come away, arm'd with lo••es delights, Thy sprightfull graces bring with thee, When loues longing fights They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, And pleasures being too much deferr'd, looseth her best content.

2

Is shee come? O how neare is shee? How farre yet from this friendly place? How many steps from me? When shall I her imbrace? These armes Ile spred which onely at her sight shall close, Attending as the starry flowre, that the Suns noone-tide knowes.

CANTVS. XVII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme away, come away, arm'd with loues de- lights, Thy sprightfull graces 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 bring with thee, When loue and longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, And pleasure being too much deferr'd looseth her best contents. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme you pret ty false-ey'd wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smi- ling: No, you mockt me th'other Think you to e- scape me now with slip- ry words begui- ling? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 day, when you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you, now Ile clip your wings for fly- ing: Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you so from cry- ing.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme you pretty false-ey'd Think you to escape me 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smiling: now, with slip- ry words beguiling? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 No, you mockt me th'other day, when 〈♫〉〈♫〉 you got loose, you fled away: But since Smothring 〈♫〉〈♫〉 I haue caught ••ou, now Ile clip your kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wings for flying: so from crying.

CANTVS XVIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme you pretty false-ey'd wan-ton, leaue your craf- ty smiling: No, you mockt me th'other Thinke you to escape mee now with slip- ry words beguiling? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 day, when you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you, now Ile clip your wings for flying: Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, and keepe you so from crying. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton, Leaue your crafty smiling: Thinke you to escape me now, With slipp'ry words beguiling? No, you mockt me th'other day, When you got loose you fled away: But since I haue caught you now, Ile clip your wings for flying: Smothring kisses fast Ile heape, And keepe you so from crying.

2

Sooner may you count the starres And number hayle downe pouring; Tell the O siers of the Te••••••••, Or Goodwi••s Sands deuouring: Then the thicke-show••'d kisses here, Which now thy tyred lips must beare; Such a haruest neuer was, So rich and full of pleasure; But 'tis spent as soone as reapt, So trustlesse is loues treasure.

3

Would it were dumb midnight now, When all the world lyes sleeping: Would this place some Desert were, Which no man hath in keeping. My desires should then be safe, And when you cry'd then would I laugh, But if ought might breed offence, Loue onely should be blamed: I would liue your seruant still, And you my Saint vnnamed.

CANTVS. XIX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Secret loue or two I must confesse, I kinde- ly welcome for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 change in close playing, Yet my deare Husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole or halfe quickly al- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 laying, At all times ready to offer redresse, His owne he neuer wants, but hath it duely, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Yet twits me, I keepe not touch with him truely. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

A secret loue or two I must confesse, I kindly welcome for change in close playing: Yet my deare husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole or halfe, quickly allaying, At all times ready to offer redresse. His own•• he neuer wants, but hath it duely Yet twits me I keepe not touch with him truly.

2

The more a spring is drawne, the more it flowes; No Lampe lesse light retaines by lightning others: Is hee a looser his lo••se that ne're knowes? Or is he wealthy that wast treasure smothers? My churle vowes no man shall sent his sweet Rose, His owne enough and more I giue him duely, Yet full be twits mee I keepe not touch truly.

3

Wise Archers beare more then one shaft to field, The Venturer loads not with one ware his shipping: Should Warriers learne but one weapon to weilde? Or thriue faire plants ere the worse for the shipping? One dish cloyes, many fresh appetite yeeld: Mine owne Ile vse, and his he shall haue duely, Iudge then what debter can keepe ••ouch more truly.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Secret Loue or two I must confesse, I kindly welcome for change in close playing: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Yet my deare husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole, or halfe, quickly allaying, At all times 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ready to offer redresse. His owne hee neuer wants, but hath it duely, yet twits mee I keepe not 〈♫〉〈♫〉 touch with him truely.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Secret Loue or two I must confesse, I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 kindly welcome for change in close playing, Yet my deare 〈♫〉〈♫〉 husband I loue ne'erthelesse, His desires whole, or halfe, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 quickly allaying, At all times ready to offer redresse. His owne he 〈♫〉〈♫〉 neuer wants, but hath it duely, Yet twits mee I keepe not 〈♫〉〈♫〉 touch with him truely.

CANTVS. XX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HEr ro- sie cheekes, her e- uer smiling eyes, Are spheares and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 beds where loue in tri- umphlyes: Her ru- bine lips when they their pearle vnlock, Make them seeme 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 as they did rise All out of one smooth Currall Rocke, Oh that of other Crea- tures store I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 knew, More worthy and more rare: For these are old and shee so new, That her to them none 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 should compare. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Her rosie cheekes, her euer smiling eyes Are Spheares and beds, where Loue in triumph lies: Her rubine lips when they their pearle vnlocke, Make them seeme as they did rise All out of one smooth Currall Rocke. Oh that of other Creatures store I knew, More worthy, and more rare: For these are old, and shee so new, That her to them none should compare.

2

Oh could she loue, would shee but heare a friend; Or that shee onely knew what sighs pretend. Her lookes inflame, yet cold as Ice is shee, Do••, or speake, all's to one end: For what shee is, that will shee be. Yet will I neuer cease her prayse to sing▪ Though she giues no regard: For they that grace a worthlesse thing, Are onely greedy of reward.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HEr rosie cheekes, her euer smiling eyes, Are Spheares and beds where Loue in tri- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 umph lyes, Her rubine lips when they their pearle vnlocke, Make them seeme as they did rise All out of one 〈♫〉〈♫〉 smooth Currall Rocke. Oh that of other Creatures store I knew, More worthy and more rare: For these 〈♫〉〈♫〉 are old and shee so new, That her to them none should compare.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HEr rosie cheeks, her euer smiling eyes are Spheares and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 beds where Loue in triumph lyes: Her rubine lips when they their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pearle vnlocke, Make them seeme as they did rise All out of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 one smooth Currall Rocke. Oh that of other Creatures store I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 knew, More worthy and more rare: For these are old, and she so new, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 That her to them none should compare.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉

CANTVS. XXI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere shall I refuge seeke, Where shall I refuge seeke if you refuse 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me? In you my hope, in you my fortune lyes: In you my life, In you my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 life, though you vn- iust accuse mee, My seruice scorne, and merit vn- der- prise. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O bitter griefe, O bitter griefe, that exile is be- come Reward for faith, and pit- tie deafe and dumb. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Where shall I refuge seeke if you refuse mee? In you my hope, in you my fortune lyes; In you my life though you vniust accuse me, My seruice scorne, and merit vndersprise. Oh bitter griefe, that exile is become Reward for faith, and pittie deafe and dumbe.

2

Why should my firmnesse finde a seate so wau'ring? My simple vowes, my loue you entertain'd, Without desert the same againe disfau'ring: Yet I my word and passion hold vnstain'd. Oh wretched me, that my chiefe ioy should breede My onely griefe, and kindnesse pitty neede.

FINIS.