The first booke of ayres of fovre parts, with Tableture for the luteh So made, that all the parts may be plaide together with the Lute, or one voyce with the Lute and Base-Vyell |
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VIII.
[My dayes, my moneths, my yeares I spend]
[1]
My dayes, my moneths, my yeares I spendAbout a moments gaine,
A ioy that in th'inioying ends,
A fury quickly slaine.
2
A fraile delight, like that Waspes life,Which now both friskes and flies:
And in a moments wanton strife,
It faints, it pants, it dyes.
3
And when I charge my Lance in rest,I triumph in delight:
And when I haue the ring transperst,
I languish in despite.
4
Or like one in a luke-warme Bath,Light wounded in a vaine:
Sperts out the spirits of his life.
And fainteth without paine.
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