The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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The Self-Banished.
It is not that I love you less
Then when before your feet I lay,
But to prevent the sad encrease
Of hopeless Love I keep away:
In vain alas! for ev'ry thing
That I have known belong to you,
Your form dares to my fancy bring,
And make my old wounds bleed anew.
But I have vow'd, and never must
Your banish'd Servant trouble you;
For if he break, you may distrust
The vow he made to love you too.
Then when before your feet I lay,
But to prevent the sad encrease
Of hopeless Love I keep away:
In vain alas! for ev'ry thing
That I have known belong to you,
Your form dares to my fancy bring,
And make my old wounds bleed anew.
But I have vow'd, and never must
Your banish'd Servant trouble you;
For if he break, you may distrust
The vow he made to love you too.
Who in the Spring from the new Sun
Already hath a Feaver got;
Too late begins those shafts to shun
Which Phœbus through his veins hath shot;
Too late he would the pains asswage,
And to thick shadows does retire,
About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted bloud the fire.
But I have vow'd, &c.
Already hath a Feaver got;
Too late begins those shafts to shun
Which Phœbus through his veins hath shot;
Too late he would the pains asswage,
And to thick shadows does retire,
About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted bloud the fire.
But I have vow'd, &c.
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