The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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[O my Clarissa! thou cruel Fair]
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.
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.
When first I saw thee, I felt a flame,
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!
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!
Let not such Fortune my Love betide;
Oh, let your rocky breast be mollifi'd!
Send me not to my Grave
Unpittyed like a slave;
How can love such usage abide?
Oh, let your rocky breast be mollifi'd!
Send me not to my Grave
Unpittyed like a slave;
How can love such usage abide?
A wound so powerfull would urge thy soule,
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.
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.
Sympathize with me a while in grief,
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.
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.
Then would the God of Love equall bee,
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.
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.
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