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Psalmes, Sonets, & Songs of sadnes and pietie, made into Musicke of fiue parts: whereof, some of them going abroad among diuers, in untrue coppies, are heere truely corrected, and th'other being Songs very rare & newly composed, are heere published, for the recreation of all such as delight in Musick: By William Byrd

Byrd, William (1542 or 3-1623)

[I.] O God giue care & do apply

II.

[II.] Mine eies with feruencie

III.

[III.] My soule opprest with care

IIII.

[IIII.] How shall a young man prone

[V.] O Lord how long wilt thou

VI.

[VI.] O Lord who in thy sacred tent

VII.

[VII.] Help Lord for wasted are &c.

VIII.

[VIII.] Blessed is he that feares &c.

IX.

IX. Lord in thy wrath

X. Even from the depth

[The Sonets and Pastoralles]

XI.

XI. I Ioy not in no earthly blisse

XII.

XII. Though Amarillis

XIII.

XIII. Who likes to love

XIIII.

XIIII. My minde to me &c.

XV.

XV. Where fancy fond

XVI.

XVI. O you that heare this voyce

XVII.

XVII. If woemen could be faire

XVIII.

[XVIII. Ambitious loue hath forst me to aspire]

XIX.

XIX. What pleasure haue great princes

XX.

XX. As I beheld

XXI.

XXI. Although the heathen poets

XXII.

XXII. In fields abroade

XXIII.

XXIII. Constant Penelope

XXV.

XXV. Farewell false loue

XXVI.

XXVI. The match that's made

[SONGS OF SADNES & PIETIE]

XXVII.

XXVII. Prostrate O Lord

XXVIII.

XXVIII. Allas a Sea

XXIX.

XXIX. Svsanna faire

XXX.

XXX. If that a sinners sighes

XXXI.

XXXI. Care for thy foule

XXXII.

XXXII. Lulla, Lullaby

XXXIII.

XXXIII. Why doe I vse

The funerall Songs of that honorable Gent. Syr Phillip Sidney, Knight.

XXXIIII.

[XXXIIII.] Come to mee griefe &c.

XXXV.

XXXV. O that most rare brest

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XII. Though Amarillis

1

Though Amarillis daunce in greene, like Fayrie Queene,
& sing full cleere,
Corina can with smiling cheere:
yet since their eyes make heart so sore,
hey ho, chil loue no more,
chil loue no more,

2

My sheepe are lost for want of foode.
and I so wood:
that all the day,
I sit and watch a heardmaid gaye:
who laughes to see me sigh so sore,
hey ho, chil loue no more.

3

Her louing lookes, her beautie bright,
is such delight:
that all in vaine,
I loue to like, and lose my gaine:
for her that thankes me not therefore,
hey ho chil loue no more.

4

Ah wanton eyes my friendlie foes,
and cause of woes:
your sweete desire,
breeds flames of Ise & freese in fire:
ye skorne to see me weepe so sore,
hey ho chil loue no more.

5

Loue ye who list I force him not,
sith God it wot,
the more I wayle,
the lesse my sighs and teares preuaile:
what shall I doe but say therefore,
hey ho chil loue no more.

FINIS.