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Ayres, and dialogues

for one, two, and three voyces. The third book
 
[dedication]

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To his Honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, Upon his Annual Book of AYRES.
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[Ayres for One Voyce]
 
Chloris landing at Berlington.
 
Constancy protested.
 
Counsel to a Maid.
 
Love despis'd.
 
[Come fil's a cup of Sherry]
 
Hopelesse love cur'd by derision.
 
A young Maids Resolution.
 
Cupid no god.
 
Inconstancy return'd.
 
His Rivals danger.
 
To his Platonick Mistris.
 
Amintors welladay.
 
Affection for a Lady he never saw.
 
Freedome from Charmes.
 
Future Hope.
 
On a Black Ribbon.
 
A Resolution to love no more.
 
Cupids Artillery.
 
A Lady to a young Courtier.
 
Falshood discovered.
 
Liberty.
 
A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.
 
A doubt resolv'd.
 
To the first object of Content.
 
A Recantation.
 
A description of Chloris.
 
Chloris a constant comfort.
 
Inconstancy.
 
Amintor's Dream.
 
Chloris dead, lamented by Amintor.
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[Ayres for Two Voyces]
 
A Dialogue on a Kisse.
 
A Dialogue between a Lover and his Friend.
 
A Dialogue. Strephon—Amaryllis.
 
A Dialogue. Cleander—Floramell.
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Short Ayres for One, Two, or Three Voyces.
 
[Once Venus Cheeks that sham'd the Morn]
 
[I have prais'd with all my skill]
 
[When doth Love set forth Desire?]
 
[Trust the Form of Ayrie things]
 
[Deer, throw that Flatt'ring Glass away]
 
[Do not delay me though you have the pow'r ages to stay me]
 
[If you can find a heart (Sweet Love)]
 
[Sure thou framed wert by Art]
 
[O Phœbus, cleer thy face]
 
[I Prethee send me back my heart]

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15

A Resolution to love no more.

[I]

Let me alone, I'le love no more,
Nor will I that fond God adore;
All your perfections cannot move
One am'rous thought in me to love:
Yet I'me not old, nor yet dis-eas'd,
But onely with your Sex displeas'd;
Not that I e're was scorn'd by any,
But because you can love too many.
What wonder is there then in thee,
When thou hast lost thy constancie?

II

Alas, where lies that great delight
Men fancy in your red and white?
The common Lilly and the Rose
Are far more beautifull then those;
And many objects in the Skies
Outshine the lustre of your Eyes,
Though Poets please sometimes to say
Your Eyes are brighter than the Day.
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