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The Treasury of Musick

Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed

[The First Book]

The Second Book.

[dedication]

To my much Ingenuous Friend Mr. John Playford,

To my Beloved Friend and Fellow Mr. HENRY LAWES,

To my much Honoured Friend, Mr. HENRY LAWES,

[The Ayres of Mr. Henry Lawes]

[Ayres for one Voice to the Theorbo or Bass Viol]

A Blackmore Maid wooing a Fair Boy.

The Boys Answer to the Blackmore Maid.

A Sacrificed Heart.

Cupid Scorned.

On a Proud Lady.

To an Inconstant Lover.

The Vicissitude of Love.

Loves Hue and Cry.

Cupid's Progress.

Endymion's Dream.

Love admits no Rivall.

Transparent Love.

Love without Flattery.

The Crafty Lover.

Love in a Riddle.

Cassandra in Mourning.

Lukewarmness in Love.

The Triumphs of Death.

Venus Hue and Cry after Cupid.

On the soft and gentle Motions of Eudora.

The Dying Lover.

An old Knight to a young Lady.

Cupid's Power.

To a Friend who desired no more then to admire the Mind, and the Beauty of Silvia.

The Earl to the Countess of Carbery.

SELECT DIALOGUES To Sing to the LUTE or VIOL.

The Third Book.

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A Dialogue.

Cleander—Floramell.
Awake, awake, fair Floramell
Clea.

Awake, awake, fair Floramell.

Flor.

I doe.

Clea.

But who freed thee from this inchanted spell?

Flor.

'Twas you, such heav'nly Chymistry you taught, from earth sublim'd my purer thoughts.

Chorus

both together.
Happy, thrice happy those who govern Fate, subjecting greater Mindes to meaner State.

Clean.

And how appears Earths glories now?

Flor.

They'r gone.

Clean.

Then on, fly, lest they once more dazel thee.

Flor.

I Run and undisturb'd

my flocks Ile find, there guide them with a quiet mind.

Chorus.

Happy, thrice happy those can see and try the worlds fond glories so, and pass them by.

Clean.

But tell me, Canst thou thus retire?

Flor.

I can.

Clean.

But when? VVill not those hasty vows expire? Fond man, 'tis now the Souls affections more Ætherial flames, diviner love.

Chorus.

Happy thrice happy Soul that ravish'd so, enjoys a second Heaven here below.