The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion

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The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion
Author
Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.
Publication
London :: Printed by Thomas Snodham. Cum priuilegio,
[1617?]
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Songs, English.
Songs with lute.
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"The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A17882.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2025.

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BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉
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I am not so foule or fayre, To be proud, nor to desparye; Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kisse. Smoake can neuer burne they say, But the flames that follow may.
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Faith 'tis but a foolish minde, Yet me thinkes a heate I finde, Like thirst longing that doth bide Euer on my weaker side: Where they say my heart doth moue, Venus grant it be not loue.
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If it he, alas, what then? Were not women made for men? A good 'twete a thing were past, That must needes be done at last. Roses that are ouer-blowne Growe lesse sweet, then fall alone.
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Yet nor Churle, nor ••••lken Gull Shall my Mayden blossome pull: Who shall not I soone can tell, Who shall would I could as well: This I know who ere hee be Loue hee must, or flatter me.
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