The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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A Lovers Melancholy Repose.
Like Hermit poor in pensive place obscure,
I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,
To wail such woes as time cannot recure,
Where none but love shal ever find me out.
And at my gates, and at my gates despair shal linger stil,
To let in death, to let in death when love and fortune wil.
I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,
To wail such woes as time cannot recure,
Where none but love shal ever find me out.
And at my gates, and at my gates despair shal linger stil,
To let in death, to let in death when love and fortune wil.
A Gowne of gray my body shall attire,
My staffe of broken hope whereon I'le stay,
Of late repentance linkt with long desire,
The Couch is fram'd whereon my limbs I lay,
And at my gates, &c.
My staffe of broken hope whereon I'le stay,
Of late repentance linkt with long desire,
The Couch is fram'd whereon my limbs I lay,
And at my gates, &c.
My food shall be of care and sorrow made,
My drink nought else but tears faln from mine eyes,
And for my light in this obscure shade,
The flame may serve, which from my heart arise,
And at my gates,
My drink nought else but tears faln from mine eyes,
And for my light in this obscure shade,
The flame may serve, which from my heart arise,
And at my gates,
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