Cloris Singing.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 YEs, yes, 'tis Cloris sings, 'tis she; Mark how the Nymphs and Shepheards all flock
Ayres and dialogues, for one, two, and three voyces by Henry Lawes ... ; the first [-thirde] booke.
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- Ayres and dialogues, for one, two, and three voyces by Henry Lawes ... ; the first [-thirde] booke.
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- Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.
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- 1653-1658.
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"Ayres and dialogues, for one, two, and three voyces by Henry Lawes ... ; the first [-thirde] booke." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A70540.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 19, 2024.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 to her: so the Master Bee the swarm leads with his awfull call; so to the Thracian Lyre the floods re∣sorted, and the listning woods: so shoa's of Dolphins on the green wav's spring, when Doris or her Sea-born daughters sing. and so her Notes ther hearts benum: one looks pale, others eyes ore flow with tears of pleasure, perhaps some, distill from sad hearts, teares of woe; but as if fetter'd in a c••ain to soft their passions f••lt no paine, shee stops no sooner, but th'inchanted throng straight cry, sweet Cloris sing an other song.