Ayres and dialogues, for one, two, and three voyces by Henry Lawes ... ; the first [-thirde] booke.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 KNow Celia, since thou art so proud, 'twas I that gave thee thy renown, thou hadst in the forgotten crowd of common beauties liv'd unknown, had not my verse exhal'd thy name, and with it imp'd the wings of F••me. That killing pow'r is none of thine, I gave it to thy voyce and eyes, thy sweets, thy graces all are mine, thou art my star, shin'st in my skies, then dart not from thy borrow'd spheare, lighting on him that fixt thee there. Tempt me with such af∣frights no more, lest what I made, I uncreate: Let fooles thy mysticke forms adore, Ile know thee

〈♫〉〈♫〉 in thy mortall state; wise Poets that wrapp'd truth in tales, knew her themselves through all her v••yles.