The first booke of Songs or Ayres of 4. parts vvith Tableture for the Lute or Orpherian, with the Violl de Gamba |
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The first booke of Songs or Ayres of 4. parts | ||
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[Whether so fast, see how the kindly flowres]
Whether so fast, see how the kindly flowres,
Perfumes the aire, and all to make thee stay,
The climing woodbind clipping al these bowrs,
Clips thee likewise, for feare thou passe away,
Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainesay.
Stay, but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse my Phœbe kisse.
Perfumes the aire, and all to make thee stay,
The climing woodbind clipping al these bowrs,
Clips thee likewise, for feare thou passe away,
Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainesay.
Stay, but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse my Phœbe kisse.
Feare not, the ground seekes but to kisse thy feete
Harke, harke how Philomela sweetly sings,
Whilst water wanton fishes as they meete,
Strike crochet time amid'st these christall springs,
And Zephirus mongst the leaues sweet murmure rings,
Stay but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse.
Harke, harke how Philomela sweetly sings,
Whilst water wanton fishes as they meete,
Strike crochet time amid'st these christall springs,
And Zephirus mongst the leaues sweet murmure rings,
Stay but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse.
See how the Helitrope hearbe of the Sunne
Though he himselfe long since be gon to bed,
Is not of force thine eies bright beames to shun,
But with their warmth his gouldy leaues vnspred,
And on my knee inuites thee rest thy head.
Stay but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse.
Though he himselfe long since be gon to bed,
Is not of force thine eies bright beames to shun,
But with their warmth his gouldy leaues vnspred,
And on my knee inuites thee rest thy head.
Stay but a while, Phœbe no teltale is,
She her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse.
The first booke of Songs or Ayres of 4. parts | ||