The third and last booke of songs or aires Newly composed to sing to the Lute, Orpharion, or viols, and a dialogue for a base and meane Lute with fiue voices to sing thereto |
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IX.
[What if I neuer speede]
What if I neuer speede,
Shall I straight yeeld to dispaire,
And still on sorow feede
That can no losse repaire.
Shall I straight yeeld to dispaire,
And still on sorow feede
That can no losse repaire.
Or shal I chāge my loue,
For I find power to depart,
And in my reason proue
I can cōmand my hart.
For I find power to depart,
And in my reason proue
I can cōmand my hart.
But if she will pittie my desire,
And my loue requite,
Then euer shall shee liue
My deare delight.
And my loue requite,
Then euer shall shee liue
My deare delight.
Come, while I haue a heart
To desire thee.
Come, come, come,
For either I will loue or admire thee.
To desire thee.
Come, come, come,
For either I will loue or admire thee.
Oft haue I dream'd of ioy,
yet I neuer felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
my griefs each other greete.
Oft haue I left my hope,
as a wretch by fate forlorne.
yet I neuer felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
my griefs each other greete.
Oft haue I left my hope,
as a wretch by fate forlorne.
But Loue aimes at one scope,
and lost wil stil returne:
He that once loues with a true desire
neuer can depart,
For Cupid is the king of euery hart.
Come, come, &c.
and lost wil stil returne:
He that once loues with a true desire
neuer can depart,
For Cupid is the king of euery hart.
Come, come, &c.
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