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Songs of 4. Parts.

[VII. O let me liue for true loue.]

To Doctor Douland.
O let me liue for true loue

O let me liue for true loue, Fa la la la la, O let me liue, yet let me liue no longer, Then that my life may make my loue the stronger,



[VIII. O let me dye for true loue.]

To Master Iohn Daniell.
O let me dye for true loue

O let me dye for true loue, Fa la la la la la, Let not hope or old time, come to end my woe,



[IX. O yes, has any found a lad.]

To Master Iohn Coprario.
O yes, has any found a lad

O yes, has any found a lad, With purple wings, faire painted in naked beauty clad? With Bowe and Arrowes, tainted, Here alas, close he lyeth, Take him quicke before he flyeth,



[X. Weepe no more thou sorry Boy.]

To my Brother Peregrine Tomkins.
Weepe no more thou sorry Boy

Weepe no more thou sorry Boy, Lou's pleas'd and anger'd, with a Toy, Loue a thousand, passions brings, Laughs and weepes, and sighs and sings, If she smiles, He dauncing goes, And thinkes not on his future woes, If she chide with an angry eye Sits downe and sighs, Aye me, I dye.



[XI. Yet againe as soone reuiued.]

To my Brother Robert Tomkins.
Yet againe as soone reuiued

Yet againe as soone reuiued, Ioyes as much, as late he grieued, Change there is of ioy, and sadnes, Sorrow much, but more of gladnes, Then weepe no more thou sorry Boy, Turne thy teares to weeping ioy, Sigh no more, aye me I die, But dance and sing, and tihy cry



[XII. Was euer wretch tormented?]

To my Brother Giles Tomkins.
Was euer wretch tormented

Was euer wretch tormented, in midst of heauen retiring? Was euer soule contented, in midst of hell, of hellish fyring? Yet I with flames requited, Am in my hell delighted, And in my heauens languish With pining griefe and anguish.

Here endeth the Songs of foure parts.