Choice ayres, songs, & dialogues to sing to the theorbo-lute, or bass-viol being most of the newest ayres and songs, sung at court, and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick, and others, newly reprinted with large additions.

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Title: Choice ayres, songs, & dialogues to sing to the theorbo-lute, or bass-viol being most of the newest ayres and songs, sung at court, and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick, and others, newly reprinted with large additions.
Publication: London :: Printed by William Godbid, and are sold by John Playford ...,; 1676.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 AMintas, to my grief, I see, with what neglect you look on me; How much to Love you are inclin'd; yet slight this heart, for you design'd. So have I seen some wretched Slave, whose Fortune should have made him crave; despise the Wealth he had in store, and toyl at ev'ry Mine for more.

II.
Caelia shall now turn Miser too;But 'tis to lay up Love for you:To lay up all her Tears and Sighs,And all her Looks, with dying Eyes;That when by some inconstant Maid,You find your Pains, and Heart betray'd;She may put on those pow'rful Charms,To bring you back to her own Arms.

Mr. Henry Purcel.