Ayres to sing and play to the lute and basse-violl. VVith pauins, galliards, almaines, and corantos for the lyra violl. By William Corkine.

I.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SInke downe proude thoughts, your mounting hopes must 〈♫〉〈♫〉 now descend, come griefe and care, hence ioyes, your triumph now must end. Heauēs now wil 〈♫〉〈♫〉 smile no more, my light is sha - ded, I pine with - out re - dresse, my life, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 my spirits like flowers are fa - ded. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Sinke downe proud thoughts, your mounting hopes must now descend, Come griefe and care, hence ioyes your triumph now must end, Heauens now will smile no more my light is shaded, I pine without redresse, my life my spirits like flowers are faded.

2

O time 〈◊〉〈◊〉 my woe, in mine owne teares drowne my distresse, Griefes none should know, when none their anguish can redresse, Pale Death hath pierst my blood, and forth it streameth, I sleepe, and in my trance, my head my heart of sorrow dreameth.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SInke downe. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

II.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SOme can flatter, some can faine, simple trueth shall pleade for mee 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let not beautie trueth disdaine, Trueth is euen as faire as shee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

2

But since Paires must equall proue, Let my strength her youth oppose, Loue her beautie, faith her loue, On eu'n termes so may we close.

3

Corke or Leade, in equall waight, Both one iust proportion yeeld, So may breadth be pays'd with height, Steepest mount with plainest field.

4

Vertues haue not all one kind, Yet all vertues merits bee: Diuers vertues are combind, Diff'ring so Deserts agree.

5

Let then loue and beautie meete, Making one diuine concent, Constant as the founds, and sweete, That enchant the firmament.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SOme can.

III.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeete restraine these, Showers of kindnes, from distrust proceeding, Nurse not wrong con - cei - ued blindnes, by to much sigh breeding, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Loue by errour, seemes a stray, But dies if once suspected. Women most be-leeue when they most by men are neglected. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Sweete restraine these showers of kindnesse, From distrust proceeding, Nurse not wrong conceiued blindnesse, By too much sigh breeding. Loue by error seemes astray, But dies if once suspected, Women must beleeue when they, most by men are neglected.

2

Some, forg'd flatteries onely venture, Yet returne true fauours, Iust affection like a Center, Once fixt neuer wauers: Easily as the day from night, May womens eyes discouer, If they frame their minds aright, From the false the true louer.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeete restraine. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

IIII.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 IF streames of teares, Could 〈♫〉〈♫〉 lessen extreame griefe, or cause a minutes truce to woe, If 〈♫〉〈♫〉 deepest sighes, Sad plants might yeeld re - liefe, these sorrowes to for - goe, Myne eyes 〈♫〉〈♫〉 my heart, my tongue should neare re - fraine to weepe, to sigh and to com - plaine, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But sorrowe such impression left, of sight of speech, it mee bereft, onely to sigh. .ij 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 .ij. to sigh, to sigh, is left to mee, in this my grea - test mi - se〈♫〉〈♫〉 - rie. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 IF streames. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

V.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeete sweete .ij. Let me goe, sweete .ij. .ij. .ij. let me goe .ij. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 What doe you meane to vexe mee so, What doe you meane to vexe me so, cease .ij. .ij. Your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Pleading force doe you thinke thus, To extort remorce, now, now, .ij. .ij. now no more. .ij. .ij. a∣las 〈♫〉〈♫〉 you ouer beare me, And I would crie, And I would crie, And I would crie, .ij. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But some would heare I feare mee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SSweete, sweete. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

VI.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉HEe that hath no mistresse, must not weare a fauor, he that wooes a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mistris, must serue be-fore he haue her, he that hath no bedfel - low, must lie a - lone, and he that hath no 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Lady, must be con - tent with Ione, and so must I, for why alas my loue and I am parted, my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 .ij. False Cupid I will haue thee whipt, and haue thy mother carted. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉HEe that hath. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

VII.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeete Cupid, ripen her de - sire, thy ioyfull haruest may beginne, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 if age ap - proch a lit - tle nyer, twill be too late, twill be too late, twill be too late to 〈♫〉〈♫〉 get it in. If 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Sweete Cupid ripen her desire, Thy ioyfull haruest may begin, If age approch a little nyer, Twill be too late too get it in.

2

Cold Winter stormes lay standing Corne, Which once too ripe will neuer rise, And louers wish themselues vnborne, When all their ioyes lie in their eyes.

3

Then sweete let vs imbrace and kisse, Shall beautie shale vpon the ground, If age bereaue vs of this blisse, Then will no more such sport be found,

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SSweete Cupid. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

VIII.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VAine is all this worlds contention, Fortunes fraile, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hopes de - cei - uing, Chance layes ambush of preuention, Our atempts of end bereuing, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fu - ture thing are plast beyond our weake concei-uing minds in euery age new, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thoughts engender till all to fate wee render. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉VAine is all. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

IX.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BEau - tie sate ba - thing by a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Spring, where fairest shades did hide her, the windes blewe calme, the Birds did Sing, the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 coole streames ranne be - side her, my wanton thoughts in - tis't mine eye to 〈♫〉〈♫〉 see what was for - bidden, but better memorie said, Fie fie fie fie fie fie .ij. ij. ii. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fie fie, .ii. .ii. fie, So vaine de-sire was chidden, so vaine de - sire was chid - den. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

2

Into a slumber then I fell, But fond imagination Seem'd to see, but could not tell, Her feature or her fashion.

But euen as babes in dreames doe smile, And sometime fall a weeping: So I awake as wise the while, As when I fell a sleeping.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BEautie sate. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

X.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NOw would chwore hong'd, zis but thou most ma wrong, gods bors I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 crie God mercy to zweare, hast not my Rings and things, and geare with vaith and troth, among and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wout vorzake ma now, .ij. nay masse ware that, .ij. vor if thou doo, chil take a knife & honge my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 zelfe vor one of thow, yea I woll, so I woll, that I woll, I vaith la, .ij. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Hadds voote zweete zis what aild tha woo ma now, I cham as like to zarue thy turne, As yer I was zince chos I borne, and sha not I haue thow, Lets zee who dare I chould but zee huds lid I zweare, Chill take a zweard & make a yend of I or hee, Yea I would, &c.

Ha not I bought my Kerzie wedding briche, Hudds hate cham angrie thou makes ma vr et, And is not my bond redie zet, woold zarue ma zucha twich, Chill breake his brow, I vaith, I chill that shall loue thou, Then take a rop and drown thy zelf vor mere good will, Yea I would, &c.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw would chowre. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

XI.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Think you to seduce me so with words that haue no meaning, Parets can learne 〈♫〉〈♫〉 so to speake our voice by peeces gleaning, Nurses teach their children, so about the time of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 weaning nurses. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Thinke you to seduce me so with words that haue no meaning, Parets can learne so to speake our voice by peeces gleaning, Nurses teach their Children so about the time of weaning.

2

Learne to speake first, then to woe, to woeing much pertaineth, He that hath not Art to hide, soone falters when he faineth, And as one that wants his wits, he smiles when he complaineth.

3

If with wit we be deceiued, our fals may be excused, Seeming good with flatterie grac't, is but of few refused, But of all accurst are they that are by fooles abused.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THinke you to seduce. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

XII.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SHall a frowne or angrie eye, Shall a worde vnfitly placed, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Shall a shadow make me flie, as I weare with Tygers cha - ced, Loue must not bee so disgra - ced, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Loue must not bee so dis - gra - ced. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Shall a frowne or angrie eye, Shall a word vnfitly placed? Shall a shadow make me flie, As I were with Tygers chaced? Loue must not be so disgraced.

2

Shall I woe her in dispight? Shall I turne her from her flying? Shall I tempt her with delight, Shall I laugh out her denying? Noe, beware of louers crying.

3

Shall I then with patient mind, Still attend her wayward pleasure, Time will make her proue more kind, Let her coynesse then take leasure, Paines are worthy such a treasure.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SHall a frowne. 〈♫〉〈♫〉