The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Not to be altred from Affection.
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Not to be altred from Affection.
Can so much Beauty own a mind?
Oresway'd by tyranny,
As new afflicting ways to find
A doubtless faith to try,
And all example to out-do,
To scorn and make me jealous too:
Alass! she knows my fires are too great;
And though she be
Stone ice to me,
Her thaw to others cannot quench my heat.
Oresway'd by tyranny,
As new afflicting ways to find
A doubtless faith to try,
And all example to out-do,
To scorn and make me jealous too:
Alass! she knows my fires are too great;
And though she be
Stone ice to me,
Her thaw to others cannot quench my heat.
That Law which with such force o're-ran
The Armies of my heart,
When no one thought I could out-man,
That durst once take my part.
For by assault she did invade,
No composition to be made:
Then, since all must yield as well as I
to stand in aw
of Victors Law
There's no prescribing in captivity.
The Armies of my heart,
When no one thought I could out-man,
That durst once take my part.
For by assault she did invade,
No composition to be made:
Then, since all must yield as well as I
to stand in aw
of Victors Law
There's no prescribing in captivity.
That Love which loves for common ends,
Is but self-loving love;
But nobler conversation tends
Soul mysteries to prove.
And since Love is a passive thing,
It multiplies by suffering.
Then, though she throw life to the waning Moon,
on him her shine,
the dark part mine,
Yet I must love her still when all is done.
Is but self-loving love;
But nobler conversation tends
Soul mysteries to prove.
And since Love is a passive thing,
It multiplies by suffering.
Then, though she throw life to the waning Moon,
on him her shine,
the dark part mine,
Yet I must love her still when all is done.
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