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Songs of 3. 4. 5. and 6. parts

Tomkins, Thomas (1572-1656)
  
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To my Brother the Avthor.
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Songs of 3. Parts.
 I. 
[I. Ovr hasty life away doth post.]
 II. 
[II. No more I will thy loue importune.]
 III. 
[III. Sure there is no God of Loue.]
 IIII. 
[IIII. Fond men that doe so highly prize.]
 V. 
[V. How great delight.]
 VI. 
[VI. Loue, cease tormenting.]
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Songs of 4. Parts.
 VII. 
[VII. O let me liue for true loue.]
 VIII. 
[VIII. O let me dye for true loue.]
 IX. 
[IX. O yes, has any found a lad.]
 X. 
[X. Weepe no more thou sorry Boy.]
 XI. 
[XI. Yet againe as soone reuiued.]
 XII. 
[XII. Was euer wretch tormented?]
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Songs of 5. Parts.
 XIII. 
[XIII. To the shady Woods now wend we.]
 XIV. 
[XIV. Too much I once lamented.]
 XV. 
[XV. Come Shepheards, sing with me.]
 XVI. 
[XVI. Gloris when as I woe.]
 XVII. 
[XVII. See, see, the Shepheards Queene.]
 XVIII. 
[XVIII. Phillis, now cease to moue me.]
 XIX. 
[XIX. When Dauid heard that Absolon.]
 XX. 
[XX. Phillis, yet see him dying.]
 XXI. 
[XXI. Fusca, in thy starry eyes.]
 XXII. 
[XXII. Adue ye citty prisoning Towers.]
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Songs of 6. Parts.
 XXIII. 
[XXIII. When I obserue.]
 XXIIII. 
[XXIIII. Musicke deuine.]
 XXV. 
[XXV. Oft did I marle.]
 XXVI. 
[XXVI. Woe is me that I am constrayned.]
 XXVII. 
[XXVII. It is my Well-beloueds voice.]
 XXVIII. 
[XXVIII. Turne vnto the Lord.]
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MVSICA SACRA: TO Sixe Voyces.
  
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 1. 
FIRST SONNET Ex Psal. 6.
 2. 
SECOND SONNET Ex Psal. 32.
 3. 
THIRD SONNET Ex Psal. 38.
 4. 
FOVRTH SONNET Ex Psal. 51.
 5. 
FIFT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.
 6. 
SIXT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.
 7. 
SEAVENTH SONNET Ex Psal. 143.

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[IIII. Fond men that doe so highly prize.]

To my Brother Mr. Nicholas Tomkins.
Fond men that doe so highly prize

Fond men that doe so highly prize, a womans fore-head, lips, & eyes, And looke not to the better part, What vertues dwelleth in the heart, Such kinde of louing sheweth plaine, You please your sence, and not your braine,

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