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The Treasury of Musick

Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed

1.

[The First Book]

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2.

The Second Book.

To my much Ingenuous Friend Mr. John Playford,

To my Beloved Friend and Fellow Mr. HENRY LAWES,

To my much Honoured Friend, Mr. HENRY LAWES,

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[The Ayres of Mr. Henry Lawes]

A TALE out of Anacreon.

To his Mistres going to SEA.

A Complaint against Cupid.

Beauties Excellency.

To his Mistres upon his going to travel.

Mediocrity in Love rejected.

The Self-Banished.

To his Mistres objecting his Age.

To a Lady, more affable since the War began.

Cloris Singing.

The Unconstant Lover.

Night and day to his Mistres.

To his Rivall.

To his Mistres.

The Heart Intire.

Love in Despair.

Loves Fruition.

Love in the Spring.

Loves Dying Passion.

On a lost Heart.

Loves Flattery.

Upon the Hearing Mrs. Mary Knight Sing.

The Thrifty Lover.

A Lover on his Dying Mistres.

The Mournful Lovers.

The Nightingale.

Loves Constancy.

Beauties Excellency.

Sympathy in Love.

Mutual affection between Orinda and Lucatia.

Not to be altred from Affection.

Policy in Love.

A Glee at Christmas.

The Power of Love.

[Ayres for one Voice to the Theorbo or Bass Viol]

SELECT DIALOGUES To Sing to the LUTE or VIOL.

3.

The Third Book.

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To his Rivall.

Seek not to know my Love

Seek not to know my Love, for she hath vow'd her Constant faith to me: her milde Aspects are mine, and thou shalt onely find a Stormy brow; for if her Beauty stir desire in mee, her Kisses quench the fire: Or I can to Loves Fountain goe, or dwell upon her Hills of Snow; But when thou burn'st, shee shall not spare one gentle Breath to cool the Air; thou shalt not climbe those Alps, nor spie where the sweet Springs of Venus lie: Search hidden Nature, and there find a treasure to enrich thy mind: Discover Arts not yet reveal'd,

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But let my Mistress live conceal'd. Though men by knowledge wiser grow, yet here 'tis wisdome not to know.