Select ayres and dialogues for one, two, and three voyces, to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol composed by John Wilson, Charles Colman, doctors in musick, Henry Lawes, William Lawes, Nicholas Laneare, William Webb, gentlemen and sevants to his late Majesty in his publick and private musick ; and other excellent masters of musick.

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Title: Select ayres and dialogues for one, two, and three voyces, to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol composed by John Wilson, Charles Colman, doctors in musick, Henry Lawes, William Lawes, Nicholas Laneare, William Webb, gentlemen and sevants to his late Majesty in his publick and private musick ; and other excellent masters of musick.
Publication: London :: Printed by W. Godbid for John Playford, and are to be sold at his shop ...,; 1659.
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Subject terms: Ballads, English.; Songs, English.; Part-songs, English.; Songs with lute.; Vocal duets with lute.
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Loves Flattery.

Mr. William Lawes.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I Can love for an hour when I'm at leasure,
〈♫〉〈♫〉 he that loves half a day fools without measure:
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Cupid then tell me what art had thy mother,
〈♫〉〈♫〉 to make men love one face more than an╌other?

Some to be thought more wise daily endevour
To make the World believe they can live for ever:
Ladies believe them not, they'l but deceive you,
For when they have their ends then they will leave you.

Men cannot tyre themselves on your sweet features,
They'l have variety of loving Creatures.
Too much of any thing sets them a cooling,
Though they can never do't, yet they'l be fooling.