The second booke of ayres some, to sing and play to the base-violl alone: others, to be sung to the lute and base violl. VVith new corantoes, pauins, almaines; as also diuers new descants vpon old grounds, set to the lyra-violl.

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The second booke of ayres some, to sing and play to the base-violl alone: others, to be sung to the lute and base violl. VVith new corantoes, pauins, almaines; as also diuers new descants vpon old grounds, set to the lyra-violl.
Author
Corkine, William, fl. 1610-1612.
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London :: Printed [by Thomas Snodham] for M[atthew] L[ownes] I. B[rowne] and T[homas] S[nodham] Assigned by W. Barley,
1612.
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Songs, English.
Songs with instrumental ensemble.
Lyra viol music.
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"The second booke of ayres some, to sing and play to the base-violl alone: others, to be sung to the lute and base violl. VVith new corantoes, pauins, almaines; as also diuers new descants vpon old grounds, set to the lyra-violl." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A19344.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.

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X. CANTVS. BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉GOe hea- uy thoughts downe to the place of woe, Tell Griefe, tell 〈♫〉〈♫〉〈♫〉〈♫〉Paine, and torments how they vsde mee, Say vnto Sorrow who is now my foe, And fretfulnes which 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉long time hath abusde mee, Mauger them all, in time they shall excuse mee, Till then my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉hart shall beare my wrongs so hie. Vntill the strings doe burst, and then I dye. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

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For being dead, what griefe can mee offend? All paines doe cease, all sorrowes haue their end, Vexation cannot vexe my flesh no more, Nor any torments wrong my soule so sore; All liuing will my liuelesse corps abhorre. Yet thus Ile say, that death doth make conclusion, But yet with righteous soules there's no confusion.
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