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The second book of ayres, and dialogues


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[dedication]
 
To the much honoured Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Excellent Compositions in Musick.
 
To her most honoured Master, Mr. Henry Lavves, On his Second Book of Ayres.
 
To my beloved Friend and Fellow, Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Book of Ayres.
 
To my much honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Second Book of Ayres.
 
To the great Master of his Art my honoured F. Mr. Henry Lawes on his Book of Ayres.
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Parting.
 
He would not be tempted.
 
A Prayer to Cupid.
 
Parting.
 
[Bee not proud cause fair and trim]
 
Leander Drownd.
 
Betrayd, by Beleefe.
 
[Know Celia, since thou art so proud]
 
[When we were parted]
 
[Was it a forme, a gate, a grace]
 
On his hearing her Majesty sing.
 
[When first I saw fair Doris eyes]
 
[And is this all? what one poor kisse?]
 
An Elegiack Song,
 
On a Pint of Sack.
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DIALOGUES.
 
A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason.
 
A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon.
 
A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne.
 
ANACREONS Ode Englished.
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Short Ayres for 1. 2. or 3. Voyces.
 
[Hither we come into this world of woe]
 
[View Lesbia view, how my various cares doe grow]
 
[Among Rose buds slept a Bee]
 
[In the non-age of a winters day]
 
[Call the spring with all her Flowrs]
 
[Fear not, dear Love]
 
[Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die]
 
[Why should great Beauties vertuous Fame desire]
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Hymns to the Holy Trinity.
 
To God the Father.
 
To God the Sonne.
 
To God the Holy Ghost.

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[When we were parted]

[1]

When we were parted,
though but for a while,
from my brest started
a post ev'ry mile:
but I feare, none were directed
from your bosome to me;
for a beauty so affected,
looks for Love custome free.

2

Tis then no marveill
My state should decay,
Brought to be servil
And kept from my pay.
But ingratefull to the giver,
Know the Sea as your King,
Can as well exhaust a river,
As you suck up a spring.

3

And though triumphing
You rowle to the Main
Small streams are something
And part of your train.
Use me gently then that follow
Made by custome so tame,
I am silent whilest you swallow
Both my tears, and my name.
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