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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〈♫〉〈♫〉TOo justly, alass! and yet so much in vain, of a fate too severe, may the Lover complain; whose soul is di╌vi╌ded and tort'red like mine, when his Duty forbids what his Love does injoyn. Then patience in vain, doth a passion withstand; for we cannot obey, when we cannot command.
II.
Sure Nature design'd us a blesseder state;There's no other Creature but chuses a Mate:And the Turtles in pairs through an Amorous grove,Do Love where they like, and injoy where they Love.What Tyrants are those who do seek to destroyThe liberty we do by Nature Enjoy.
III.
Yet since 'tis a blessing the Gods have ordain'd,That our wills should be free, though our pow'r be restrain'd:We'll Love while we live, for the constant at lastDo the perfectest Joys of Elizium tast,O there, O there, we may Love out our fill:When to do and injoy is the same as to will.
Mr. James Hart.
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