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The second set of madrigales

to 3. 4. 5. and 6. Parts: Apt for Viols and Voyces. Newly composed by Thomas Bateson
Bateson, Thomas

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Songs of 3. Voyces
 I. 
[I. Love is the fire that burnes me]
 II. 
[II. My Mistrisse after seruice due]
 III. 
[III. One woman scarce of twenty]
 IIII. 
[IIII. If I seeke to inioy]
 V. 
[V. Pleasure]
 VI. 
[VI. Sweet those Trammels of your haire]
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Songs of 4. Voyces
 VII. 
[VII. Liue not poore bloome]
 VIII. 
[VIII. The Nightingale in silent night]
 IX. 
[IX. Oh, what is she]
 X. 
[X. See forth her eyes]
 XI. 
[XI. When to the gloomie woods]
 XII. 
[XII. I floods of teares could clense my follies past]
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Songs of 5. Voyces
 XIII. 
[XIII. Haue I found her]
 XIIII. 
[XIIII. Downe the hills Corina trips]
 XV. 
[XV. Camella faire tript or'e the plaine]
 XVI. 
[XVI. Sadnesse sit downe]
 XVII. 
[XVII. Life of my life]
 XVIII. 
[XVIII. I heard a noise]
 XIX. 
[XIX. With bitter sighs I heard Amintas playning]
 XX. 
[XX. Why doe I dying liue]
 XXI. 
[XXI. In depth of griefe]
 XXII. 
[XXII. All the day I wast in weeping]
 XXIII. 
[XXIII. Why doest thou flye]
 XXIIII. 
[XXIIII. Come sorrow, helpe me to lament]
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Songs of 6. Voices
 XXV. 
[XXV. Cupid in a bed of Roses]
 XXVI. 
[XXVI. Cytherea smiling, said]
 XXVII. 
[XXVII. Her haire, the net of goulden wire]
 XXVIII. 
[XXVIII. Fond loue is blind]
 XXIX. 
[XXIX. Ah Cupid, grant that I may neuer see]
 XXX. 
[XXX. She with a cruell frowne]

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[XXII. All the day I wast in weeping]

All the day I wast in weeping

All the day I wast in weeping, grieued with, grieued with, grieued with my loues, (Oh) grieued with my loues disdaining, All the night, all the night, I lye complaining, sighes and sobs, me watchfull keeping, For thy losse, my liues bright Iewell, Once too kinde, But now too cruell, For thy losse my liues bright Iewell, Once too kinde, but now too cruell.

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