Choice songs and ayres for one voyce to sing to a theorbo-lute or bass-viol. The first book. Being most of the newest songs sung at court and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick.
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Choice songs and ayres for one voyce to sing to a theorbo-lute or bass-viol. The first book. Being most of the newest songs sung at court and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick.
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London :: Printed by W.G. and are to be sold by John Playford near the Temple-Church, and John Ford stationer, at the Middle-Temple-gate, Fleet-street,
1673.
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"Choice songs and ayres for one voyce to sing to a theorbo-lute or bass-viol. The first book. Being most of the newest songs sung at court and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A32876.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉O Love! if e're thou'it ease a Heart that owns thy pow'r di╌vine, and bleeds with thy too cru╌el dart, and pants with ne╌ver ceasing smart; take pi╌ty now on mine. Un╌der thy shades I fainting lye; a thousand times I wish to dye: But when I find cold death too nigh, I grieve to lose my pleasing pain, and call my wishes back again.
Thus are poor Maids unkindly us'dBy Love and Nature both abus'd;Our tender Hearts all ease refus'd:And when we burn with secret flame,Most bear the grief, or dye with shame.
Mr. Pelham Humsrey.
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