Synopsis of vocal musick containing the rudiments of singing rightly any harmonical song, delivered in a method so solid, short and plain, that this art may now be learned more exactly, speedily and easily, than ever heretofore : whereunto are added several psalms and songs of three parts, composed by English and Italian authors for the benefit of young beginners / by A.B., Philo-Mus.

Twelve Selected ENGLISH TUNES IN THREE PARTS. TWO TREBLES and a BASS.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. William Webb.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I wish no more thou should'st love me, My joys are full in loving thee, My heart's too narrow to contain, My bliss, if thou should'st love again.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I wish no more thou should'st love me, My joys are full in loving thee, My heart's too narrow to contain My bliss if thou should'st love again.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I wish no more thou should'st love me, My joys are full in loving thee, My heart's too narrow to contain, My bliss, if thou should'st love again.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. Matthew Lock,

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Claris, it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last, it may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast. The blessed that im╌mor╌tal be, From change in Love are one╌ly free.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Cloris, it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last, It may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast. The blessed that immortal be, From

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Cloris, it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last, it may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast. The blessed that im╌mor╌tal be, From change in Love are one╌ly free.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 change in Love are onely free.

And though you now immortal seem, Such is the exactness of your frame, Those that your beauty so esteem, Will find it cannot last the same: Love from your eys has stoln my fire, As apt to wast, and to expire.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. Matthew Lock.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 'Tis love and harmony, 'tis Musicks melody, At this time joyns our hearts, to meet and sing our parts, and sing our parts. Then let no man disturb' our delight, our content, Since we come, we come for merriment.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 'Tis love and harmony, 'Tis Musicks melody, At this time joyns our hearts, To meet and sing our parts, and sing our parts, Then let no man disturb our delight, our content, Since we come, we come for merriment.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 'Tis love and harmony, 'Tis musicks melody, At this time joyns our hearts, To meet and sing our parts. and sing our parts. Then let no man disturb our delight, our content, Since we come, we come for meriment.

A. 3. Voc.

Leno. Hodemonte.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In my sad thoughts I sat and Sigh╌ed, With which none was delighted. Yet was it still to me, A rejoycing, there to be in good Socie╌ty. Then farewel Sadness now, Then farewell Sadness now, Let's all agree, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn, to joyn in Harmony.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In my sad thoughts I sat and Sighed, With which none was delighted. Yet was it still to me A rejoycing there to be, in good Society, Then farewell Sadness now, Then farewel Sadness

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In my sad thoughts I sat and Sighed, With which none was delighted. Yet was it still to me, A rejoycing, there to be in good Socie╌ty. Then farewel Sadness now, Then farewell Sadness

〈♫〉〈♫〉 now, Let's all agree, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn in Harmony.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 now, Let's all agree, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn in Harmony, To joyn in harmony.

A. 3. Voc.

Dr. Wilson.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In a Season all oppressed, With sad Sorrow; poor distressed, Troilos said unto his Cressed, Yield, O! Yield thee, Sweet! and stay not; O, no, no, no no, no, no, no, no, sweet Love I may not.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In a season all oppressed, With sad Sorrow poor distressed Troilos said unto his Cressed, Yield, O! Yield thee, Sweet! and stay not: O! no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, sweet Love, I may not.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 In a season all oppressed, With sad Sorrow, poor distressed Troilos said unto his Cressed, Yield, O! Yield thee, Sweet! and stay not; O! no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, sweet Love, I may not.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. Simon Ives.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Now we are met, let's merry merry be, For one half hour with mirth and glee, To recreate our Spirits dull, Let's laugh and sing our bellies full.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Now we are met let's merry merry be, For one half hour with mirth and glee, To recreate our Spirits dull, Let's laugh and sing our bellies full.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Now we are met, let's merry merry be, For one half hour with mirth and glee, To recreate our Spirits dull, Let's laugh and sing our bellies full.

〈♫〉〈♫〉

A. 3. Voc.

Dr. Wilson.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 From the fair Lavenian Shore, I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell, And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold: Then come to my Pack, while I cry, what d'ye lack, what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 From the fair Lavenian Shore, I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell, And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold, Then come to my Pack, while I cry, what d'ye lack, what d'ye buy for

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 From the fair Lavenian Shore, I your Markets come to store, Muse not, though so far I dwell, And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold: Then come to my Pack, While I cry, what d'ye lack, what d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 here it is to be sold.

I have Beauty, Honour, Grace, Fortune, Favour, Time and Place, And what else thou would'st request, Even the thing thou likest best. First let me have but a touch of thy Gold: Then come to me Lad, Thou shalt have, what thy Dad Never gave, for here it is to be sold.

A. 3. Voc.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may, old Time is still a flying, And that same Flower that smiles to day, to╌morrow will be dying.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may, old time is still a flying, And that same Flower that smiles to day, to╌morrow will be dying.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may, old Time is still a flying, And that same Flower that smiles to day, to╌morrow will be dying.

That Age is best which is the first, While Youth and Blood is warmer, Expect not then the last and worst, Time still succeeds the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And whilst you may, go marry: For having once but lost your prime, You may for ever tarry▪

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. Nich. Lanneare.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Silly Heart forbear, Those are murd'ring Eves, in the which I swear Cupid lurking lies: See his Quiver, see his Bow too, see his Dart, Fly, O! fly thou foolish Heart.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Silly Heart forbear, Those are murd'ring Eyes, In the which I swear Cupid lurking lies. See his Quiver see his Bow too, see his Dart, Fly, O! fly, thou foolish Heart.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Silly Heart forbear, Those are murd'ring Eyes, In the which I swear Cupid lurk╌ing lies, See his Quiver, See his Bow too, see his Dart, Fly, O! fly, thou foolish heart.

Greedy Eyes take heed, They are scorching Beams, Causing Heart to bleed, and your Eyes spring Streams: Love lies watching, with his Bow bent, and his Dart, For to wound both Eyes and Heart. Think and gaze your fill, foolish Heart and Eyes, Since you love your Ill, And your Good despise. Cupid shooting, Cupid darting, and his Hand Mortal Powers cannot withstand.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. Henry Lewis

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 How happy art thou and I, that never knew how to love, there's no such Blessings here beneath, what e're there is a╌bove: 'Tis liberty, 'tis liber╌ty, that every Wise Man loves.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 How happy art thou and I, that never knew how to love, there's no such Blessings here beneath, what e're there is a╌bove: 'Tis li╌ber╌ty, 'tis li╌ber╌ty, that e╌ve╌ry Wise Man loves.

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 How happy art thou and I, that never knew how to love, there's no such Blessings here beneath, what e're there is a╌bove: 'Tis li╌ber╌ty, 'tis li╌ber╌ty, that e╌ve╌ry Wise Man loves.

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Mr. Edw. Coleman.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 The Glories of our Birth and State, Are Shadows, not substantial things; There is no Armour 'gainst our fate, Death lays his I╌cy Hands on Kings. Scepters and Crowns must tumble down, And in the Dust be equal laid, with the poor crooked Syth and Spade.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 The Glories of our Birth and State, are Shadows, not substantial things; There is no Armour 'gainst our fate, Death lays his I╌cy Hands on Kings. Scepters and Crowns must tumble down, and in the Dust be

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 The Glories of our Birth and State, are Shadows, not substantial things; There is no Armour 'gainst our fate, Death lays his Icy Hands on Kings. Scepters and Crowns must tumble down, and in the Dust be equal laid, With the poor crooked Scyth and Spade.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 equal laid, With the poor crooked Scyth and Spade.

Some Men with Swords may reap the Field, And plant fresh Lawrels where they kill'd; But their strong Nerves at last must yield, They tame but one another still. Early or late they bend to Fate, And must give up their murmuring Breath, Whilst the Pale Captive creep to death.

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Mr. John Savile.

CANTUS PRIMUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's a Health unto his Majesty, with a Fa, la, la, &c. Con╌ver╌si╌on to his E╌ne╌mies, with a Fa, la, la, &c. And he that will not pledge his Health I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth, nor yet a Rope to hang himself, with a Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, with a Fa, la, la, &c.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here'r a Health unto his Majesty, with a Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, Con╌ver╌si╌on to his E╌ne╌mies, with a Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, And he that will not pledge this Health, I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth, nor yet a Rope to hang himself, with a Fa, la, la, la,

CANTUS SECUNDUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's a Health unto his Majesty, with a Fa, la, la, &c. Con╌ver╌si╌on to his E╌ne╌mies, with a Fa, la, la, &c. And he that will not pledge his Health I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth, nor yet a Rope to hang himself, with a Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, with a Fa, la, la, la, &c.

BASSUS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 la, la, la, with a Fa, la, la, la, la, la,