The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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THIRD BOOK.
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THIRD BOOK.
CONTAINING Short AYRES or BALADS for Three Voyecs: Which may be sung either by a Voyce alone, or by Two or Three Voyces.
[I wish no more thou shouldst love me]
I wish no more thou shouldst love meI wish no more thou shouldst love me, my joys are full in loving thee; my Heart's too narrow to contain my bliss, if thou shouldst love again.
[Though I am young and cannot tell]
Either what love or death is well;
Snd then again I have been told,
Love wounds with heat, and death with cold
And both do aime at humane hearts;
So that I fear they do but bring
Extreams to touch, and mean one thing.
Chloris taking the Ayre.
[I]
Come Chloris, hie we to the Bowr'To sport us ere the day be done;
Such is thy Pow'r, that ev'ry Flow'r
Will ope to thee as to the Sun.
II
And if a Flow'r but chance to dyeWith my sighs blasts, or mine Eyes rain,
Thou can'st revive it with thine Eye,
And with thy breath mak't sweet again.
III
The wanton Suckling and the VineWill strive for th'honour, who first may
With their green Arms incircle thine,
To keep the burning Sun away.
[When Troy Town for ten years]
When Troy Town for ten years Wars withstood the Greeks in manful wiseWhen Troy Town for ten years Wars withstood the Greeks in manful wise, yet did their Foes encrease so fast, that to resist none could suffice. Waste lie those Wals that were so good, and Corn now grows where Troy Town stood.
[From the fair Lavinian Shore]
I your Markets come to store.
Muse not though so far I dwell,
And my Wares come here to sell.
Such is the sacred hunger of Gold;
Then come to my Pack,
While I cry what d'ye lack,
What d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
Fortune, Favour, Time, and Place:
And what else thou would'st request,
Even the Thing thou likest best.
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then come to me Lad
Thou shalt have what thy Dad
Never gave, for here it is to be sold.
Here's Complexion in my Pack;
White and Red you may have in this place,
To hide your old ill wrinkled Face;
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then thou shalt seem
Like a Wench of Fifteen,
Although thou be threescore Years old.
[Where the Bee sucks there suck I]
Where the Bee sucks there suck IWhere the Bee sucks there suck I, in a Cowslips bell I lie, there I cowch when Owles do crie, on the Batts back I do flie after Summer merrilie. Merrilie merrilie shal I live now under the blossom that hangs on the bow. Merily merily shal I live now under the blossom that hangs on the bow.
[When love with unconfined wings]
When Love with unconfined wings hovers within my GatesWhen Love with unconfined wings hovers within my Gates, and my divine Althea brings to whisper at my Grates. When I lie tangled in her Hair, and fetter'd with her Eye, the Birds that wanton in the Air know no such liberty.
[Do not fear to put thy feet]
Do not fear to put thy feet naked in the River sweetDo not fear to put thy feet naked in the River sweet, think not Neute, nor Leech, nor Toad will bite thy foot when thou hast trod; nor let the waters, rising high, nor let the waters, rising high, as thou wad'st in make thee cry and sob, but ever live with mee, and not a wave shall trouble thee.
[In the merry month of May]
On a morn by break of day,
Forth I walkt the Wood so wide,
When as May was in her pride;
There I spy'd all alone
Philida and Coridon.
He did love, but she could not;
He said his love was to woo,
She said none was false to you;
He said, he had lov'd her long,
She said, love should take no wrong.
She said, Maids must kisse no Men,
Till they kisse for good and all;
Then she bad the Shepherd call
All the Gods to witness truth,
Ne'r was loved so fair a youth.
As Yea and Nay, and Faith and Troth;
Such as silly Shepherds use
When they would not love abuse;
Love which had been long deluded,
Was with kisses sweet concluded.
Was Crowned the Lady May.
[O my Clarissa! thou cruel Fair]
Bright as the Morning, and soft as the Air;
Fresher than Flow'rs in May,
Yet far more sweet than they;
Love is the subject of my prayer.
Which from thine Eyes like lightning came;
Sure it was Cupid's Dart,
It peirc'd quite through my heart;
Oh, could thy breast once feele the same!
Oh, let your rocky breast be mollifi'd!
Send me not to my Grave
Unpittyed like a slave;
How can love such usage abide?
Spight of a froward heart, coyness controule,
And make thy love as fixt
As is the heart thou prik'st,
Forcing thee with me to condole.
This passion quickly will find out relief;
Cupid wil from his Bowers
Warm these chill hearts of ours,
And make his power rule there in chief.
Giving me ease, as by wounding thee;
Then would you never scorn,
When like to me you burn;
At least not prove unkind to mee.
[Gather your Rose buds while you may]
Old Time is still a flying;
And that same Flow'r that smiles to day,
To morrow will be dying.
The higher he is getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
While youth and blood are warmer;
Expect not the last and worst,
Time still succeeds the former.
While you may go marry,
For having once but lost your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
[Fear not, dear Love, that I'le reveal]
Those hours of pleasure we two steal,
No Eye shall see, nor yet the Sun,
Descry what thou and I have done.
As silent as the night will be,
The God of Love himself, (whose dart
Did first wound mine, and then thy heart.)
What sweets in stoln embraces dwell;
This onely means may find it out,
If when I die, Physicians doubt.
Of all their judgments which was true;
Rip up my heart, O then I fear
The world will see thy picture there.
[Fine young Folly, though you wear]
That fair beauty, I did swear,
Yet you ne'r could reach my heart,
For we courtiers learn at school
Only with your sex to fool,
Y'r not worth our serious part.
Crosse mine Armes, and wondring stand,
Holding fairly with your eye:
Then dilate on my desires,
Swear the Sun ne'r shot such fires,
All is but a handsome lye.
Nor to check my flames grow proud;
For insooth I much do doubt,
'Tis the powder in your hair,
Not your breath perfumes the Air,
And your cloaths that set you out.
Gentle soul, you think your face
Straight some murder doth commit;
And your conscience doth begin
To be scrup'lous of my sin,
When I court to shew my wit.
And I swear I love in jest,
Courteous soul, when next I court,
And protest an amorous flame
You I vow, I in earnest am,
Bedlam, this is pretty sport.
[Sing fair Clorinda, Whilst you may]
Sing fair ClorindaSing fair Clorinda, fair Clorinda sing, whilst you move those that attend the throne, the throne above, to leave their holy business there; shall so much harmony attend to think the sphears were made in vain? Since here's a voyce quickens the sloth of natures age, it comforts growth, it comforts growth in all her works, and can provoke a Lilly to out-live an Oake, and can provoke a Lilly, can provoke a Lilly to out-live an Oake.
[Smiths are good fellows]
Smiths are good FellowsSmiths are good Fellows, good Fellows, they Blow the Bellows, they Blow the Bellows, they Blow the Bellows while the Iron's hot; though there gains be small, Thy pot and my pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot and my pot, and thy pot their Hammers call. Hallow, Hallow, Hallow is the White Mare Fallow, hold foot while I strike, stand fast, stand fast, stand fast with a Winion: Thy pot and my pot come thy pot, come my pot and thy pot sure 'tis but opinion Ale hurts the sight, For continually continually, Thy pot and my pot, come thy pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot their Hammers call.
[Musick, thou Queen of souls get up]
Musick, Musick, thou Queen of souls get upMusick, Musick, thou Queen of souls get up, get up, & sitting thy powerful Lute & some sad, some sad Requium sing, til Cliffs requite thy Eccho with a grone, and the dull Rocks repeat the duller tone,
Then on a suddain, &c.
The Oake her Roots, &c.
Chorus.Mirtles shall caper, lofty Cedars run, & call the courtly palme to make up one: Then in the midst of all their jolly strain, then in the midst of all their jolly strain, strike a sad note, strike a sad note, strike a sad note and fix 'um Trees again.
[See the Light bright shine]
See, see, see the bright Light shineSee, see, see the bright Light shine, and day doth rise; shot from my Mistris Eyes like Beams divine; her Glory doth appear and; view the purer light, Stream from her Sight stream from her Sight, when she shines clearly here: But vail her leads; Ah then you'l find how night is hurl'd about the silent world; and we left blind that darkness seems to prove, for ought we see 'tis only She make night and day to move, Then shine fair Celia lest our borrowed light; when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets, when your Sun sets, perish, perish, perish in shades of Night.
[Turn Amarillis to thy Swain]
Turn Amarillis to thy SwainTurn Amarillis to thy Swain turn Amarillis to thy Swain, turn Amarillis to thy Swain, thy Damon calls thee back again, thy Damon calls thee back again: Here is a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Arbour by, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo, where Apollo, cannot cannot spy, where Apollo cannot spy. Here let's sit, and whilst I play, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay; sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe, sing to my Pipe a Rounddelay.
Reader. Here thou hast this Song, for Two Voyces; as it was first Compos'd by my Friend the Author, though of late Years, two Inward Parts have been added to it. J. P.
[Now we are met, let's merry be]
Now we are met, let's merry, merry be for one half HourNow we are met, let's merry, merry be for one half Hour, with mirth and glee: To recreate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our Bellyes full.
In praise of Musick.
Without a Tongue, excellent Eloquence:
The love of thee in wild Beasts have been known,
And Birds have lik'd thy Notes above their own.
Wert thou as much beloved, as th'art abus'd;
Yet although dull Souls thy Harmony disprove,
Mine shall be fixt in what the Angels love.
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