Songs of sundrie natures some of grauitie, and others of myrth, fit for all companies and voyces. Lately made and composed into Musicke of 3. 4. 5. and 6. parts: and published for the delight of all such as take pleasure in the exercise of that Art |
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 | Songs of sundrie natures |  |
Of 5. voc.
[XXVI. Weping full sore, with face as fayre as siluer]
Weping full sore, with face as fayre as siluerWeping full sore, with face as fayre as siluer, not wanting rose nor lilly white to paint it, I saw a lady walke, fast by a riuer, vppon whose bankes Dianaes Nimphes all dawnced, her beauty great, had diuers gods inchaunted, among the which loue was the first transformed, who vnto her his bow, and shafts had graunted, and by her sight, to adament was turned. Alas quoth I, alas quoth I, what meaneth this demeanure, so faire a dame to be so full of sorowe: No wonder quoth a Nimphe,
[XXVII. Penelope that longed for the sight]
Penelope that longed for the sight, that longed for the sightPenelope that longed for the sight, that longed for the sight, of her Vlisses, wandrying all to long, to long, felt neuer ioy, wherein she tooke delyght, although she lyu'd in greatest ioyes among, so I, so I poore wretch, posessing that I craue, that I craue, both liue and lacke, by wrong of that I haue, by wrong of that I haue: Then blame me not, although to heauens, I cry, and pray the gods, that shortly I might dye, that shortly I might dye, that I might dye: Then blame me not, although to heauens I cry, and pray the gods, that shortly I
[XXVIII. Compell the Hawke to sitt that is vnmand]
Compell the Hawke to sitt that is vnmandCompell the Hawke to sitt that is vnmand, or make the Hound vntaught, to draw the Deere, or bring the free, or bring the free against his will in band, or moue the sad a pleasant tale to heare your time is lost, and you are neare the neere, and you are neare the neere: So loue ne learnes by force the knot to knit, the knot to knit, he serues but those that seele sweete fancyes sit, he serues but those that feele sweete fancies sit, So loue ne learnes by force the knot to knit to knit, to knit, the
[XXIX. See, see, those sweet eyes]
See, see, those sweet eyes, those more then sweetest eyesSee, see, those sweet eyes, those more then sweetest eyes, eyes whom the starres exceede not in their grace: See, see Loue at gaze, Loue that faine would deuise, but cannot speake to plead his wonderous case.
XXX.
[When I was otherwise then now I am]
I loued more but skilled not so much:
Fayre wordes & smyles, could haue contented than,
My simple age, & ignorance was such:
But at the length, experiēce made me wonder,
That harts & tongues did lodge so farre assunder.
Looke to the East, but West keepes on the way,
My Soueraigne sweet, her countenance setled so,
To feede my hope while she her snares might laye.
And when she saw, that I was in her danger,
Good God, how soone she proued then a ranger.
To see great craft diszifered in a toye,
I loue her still, but such conditions hate,
Which so prophanes my Paradice of ioy.
Loue whetts the witts, whose paine is but a pleasure,
A toy, by fitts, to play withall at leasure.
[XXXI. When first by force of fatal destenie]
When first by force of fatal destenieWhen first by force of fatal destenie, frō Carthage towne the Troian knight dyd sayle, Queene Dido fayre, with wofull weeping eye, his strange depart did greuously bewaile, And when no sighes nor teares could ease her smart, with sword ful sharp, she pearst, she pearst her tender hart.
[XXXII. I thought that loue had beene a boy]
I thought that loue had beene a boyI thought that loue had beene a boy, with blynded eyes, or else some other wanton toy, that men deuise, like tales of fayryes often told, by doting age that dyes for cold, lyke tales of fayryes often told, by doting age that dyes for cold, by doting age that dyes for cold.
XXXIII.
[O deere life when may it be]
That mine eyes thine eyes may see,
And in them my minde discouer,
Whether absence hath had force,
Thy remembrance to deforce,
From the Image of thy louer.
though my parting ought forgot
Nor debard from beauties treasure
Let no tongue aspier to tell
In what hie Ioyes I shall dwell,
Onely thought aymes at the pleasure.
To take vp the place for me,
Long I will not after tary,
There vnseene thou maist be bold
These faire wonders to behold,
Which in them my hopes do cary.
[XXXIIII. Loue, loue would discharge, the dewty of his hart]
Loue, loue would discharge, the dewty of his hartLoue, loue would discharge, the dewty of his hart, in beauties praise, whose greatnes doth denye, wordes words to his thoughts, & thoughts to her desart, which high conceyts since nothing can supply, Loue heere constraynd, through conquest to confesse, byds silence sighe, that tongue cannot expresse.
XXXV.
[From Virgins wombe this day did spring]
The precious seed that saued man,
This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing
Since on this day saluacion first began,
This day dyd Christ mans soule from death remoue
With glorious Saints to dwell in heauen aboue.
This day to man came loue and vnitie,
This day mans griefe began for to surcease,
This day dyd man receiue a remedie,
For each offence and euery deadly sinne,
With guiltie hart that earst he wandred in.
From Christ his flock let concord hate expell,
Of Christ his flock let loue be so embrast,
As we in Christ, and Christ in vs may dwell,
Christ is the Author of sweet vnitie,
From whence procedeth all felicitie.
O praise his name let euery liuing thing,
Let hart and voyce like bells of siluer ring,
The comfort that this day to man doth bring,
Let Lute, let Shalme, with sound of sweet delight,
These ioyes of Christ his birth this day resight.
[XXXVI. The first part. Of gold all burnisht, and brighter then sunne beames]
Of gold all burnisht, and brighter then sunne beamesOf gold all burnisht, and brighter then sunne beames, were those curled lookes vppon her noble head, from whose deepe conceits, my true deseruings flead, wherfore these mine eyes, such store of teares, such store of teares out streames. Her eyes are faire starrs, her red like damaske rose, her white siluer shyne of Moone, on Christall streame, her beauty perfect, wheron my fancies dreame, her lipps are rubies, her teeth of pearle, her teeth of pearle two rowes.
[XXXVII. The second part. Her breath is more sweet then perfect Amber is]
Her breath is more sweet then perfect Amber isHer breath is more sweet then perfect Amber is, her yeeres are in prime, and nothing doth she want, that might drawe Angells from Heauen to further blisse, to further blisse, of all things perfect, this do I most complaine, her hart is a rock made all of Adamant, which guifts all delight, delight which guifts all delight, this last doth onely paine, doth onely paine, this last doth onely paine.
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