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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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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London :: Printed by William Godbid, and are sold by John Playford ...,
1676.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A55053.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
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A. 2. voc.
〈♫〉〈♫〉AMin╌tor on a Ri╌ver side, ra╌sing a Spring-tide from his Eyes; his Passion could no lon╌ger hide, but un╌to Heav'n he cast his cries: His Voice so well express'd his Grief, 'twas Sin to wish him a Relief; he sigh'd and sung in a soft Ayre, Phil╌lis is cru╌el, Phil╌lis is cru╌el, false, and fair.
II.
Eccho confined to a Grove,Being unable to return,These fatal words, in hopeless Love,I burn, repeated thrice I burn:Birds in his Grief did bear a part,Whilst Sighs kept soft Time in his Heart;He mourning, sung in a soft Ayre,Phillis is cruel, false, and fair.
III.
Whilst in this Agony he lay,A Tear did steal from either Eye,Down his pale Cheeks, which did betray,Amintor waited but to dye.Whilst Death sate heavy on his Eyes,And he look'd like Love's sacrifice;He dying, sung in a soft Ayre,Phillis is cruel, false, and fair.
Dr. John Blow.
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