The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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To his Mistres upon his going to travel.
Dearest, do not now delay me,
Since thou know'st I must be gone;
Wind and Tide 'tis thought doth stay me;
But 'tis wind that must be blown
From thy breath, whose native smell
Indian Odours doth excel.
Since thou know'st I must be gone;
Wind and Tide 'tis thought doth stay me;
But 'tis wind that must be blown
From thy breath, whose native smell
Indian Odours doth excel.
O then speak, my Dearest Fair!
Kill not him who vows to serve thee;
But persume the Neighb'ring Air,
For dumb silence else will starve me:
'Tis a word is quickly spoken,
Which restrain'd, a heart is broken.
Kill not him who vows to serve thee;
But persume the Neighb'ring Air,
For dumb silence else will starve me:
'Tis a word is quickly spoken,
Which restrain'd, a heart is broken.
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