The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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To my Beloved Friend and Fellow Mr. HENRY LAWES,
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To my Beloved Friend and Fellow Mr. HENRY LAWES,
On his Books of AYRES, lately Published.
Now I have view'd this Book of thine,
And find sweet Language, Notes more fine
And see thy Fuges wrought in the chime,
Thy Weaving far excells the Rhime;
And still thy choice of Lines are good,
Not like to those who get their Food
As Beggars Rags from Dunghills take,
(Such as comes next) ill Songs to make;
Who by a witty blind pretense
Take words that creep half way to sense;
Hippocrates or Galen's Feet,
And sing them too with Notes as meet;
Songs as all th'way to Gammut tend,
But in F Fa ut make an end;
With killing notes which ever must
Squeez the Spheres, and intimate the Dust:
These with their brave Chromaticks bring
Noise to the Ear, but mean No-thing:
Yet these will censure, when indeed
Shew them good Lines, They cannot read;
Or read them so, that in the close
You'll hardly judge them Rhime from Prose.
And find sweet Language, Notes more fine
And see thy Fuges wrought in the chime,
Thy Weaving far excells the Rhime;
And still thy choice of Lines are good,
Not like to those who get their Food
As Beggars Rags from Dunghills take,
(Such as comes next) ill Songs to make;
Who by a witty blind pretense
Take words that creep half way to sense;
Hippocrates or Galen's Feet,
And sing them too with Notes as meet;
Songs as all th'way to Gammut tend,
But in F Fa ut make an end;
With killing notes which ever must
Squeez the Spheres, and intimate the Dust:
These with their brave Chromaticks bring
Noise to the Ear, but mean No-thing:
Yet these will censure, when indeed
Shew them good Lines, They cannot read;
Or read them so, that in the close
You'll hardly judge them Rhime from Prose.
But why do I write this to Thee?
This is for shop-sale Frippery;
Thy richer store hath truly hit
The whole Age for their want of wit:
Live freely, and thy Phansie please,
We shall be censur'd by such Things as these.
This is for shop-sale Frippery;
Thy richer store hath truly hit
The whole Age for their want of wit:
Live freely, and thy Phansie please,
We shall be censur'd by such Things as these.
John Wilson, Doct. in Musick.
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