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Of 6. voc.

[XXVII. O Wretched man]

O wretched man, O wretched man, why lou'st thou earthly life?

O wretched man, O wretched man, why lou'st thou earthly life? Which naught enioyes but cares and endlesse trouble? What pleasure here but breeds a world of griefe? What howers ease that anguish doth not double? No earthly ioyes but haue their discontents, but haue their discontents, Then loath that life, which causeth such laments.

[XXVIII. Where most my thoughts]

Where most my thoughts, there least my eye is striking

Where most my thoughts, there least my eye is striking, there least mine eye is striking; Where least I come, there most my hart abideth; Where most I loue, I neuer shew my liking; From what my minde doth hold, my body slydeth, I carelesse seeme where most my care dependeth, my care dependeth, A coy regard, where most my soule attendeth. where most my soule attendeth. where most my soule attendeth.

[XXIX. Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish]

Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish

Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish, And in disdaine, my selfe, my selfe from ioy I banish; These secret thoughts envvraps me so in anguish, That life I hope will soone from body vanish, And to some rest will quickly be conuayed, will quickly be conuayed, And to some rest will quickly be conuay'd, will quickly be conuay'd, That on no ioy while so I liu'd hath stayed. And to some rest vvill quickly be conuayed, vvil quickly be conuayed, And to some rest vvill quickly be conuay'd, and to some rest vvill quickly be conuayed, That on no ioy while so I liu'd hath stayed.

[XXX. Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me]

Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me

Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me, to pitty me, Who more then life, then life doe loue thee, then life doe loue thee, O, O, cruell fates, See now away shee's flying, And flye she will, and leaue me dying, and flye she will, alas, alas, alas, alas, and leaue me dying, Farewell, farewell, farewell, most faire, farewell, farewell, yet more disdainefull, Was neuer griefe like mine, nor death more painfull, O, O, cruell fates, See now away shee's flying, And flye shee will, alas, alas, and leaue me dying, Farewell, farewell most fayre, farewell, farewell, was neuer griefe like mine, nor death more painefull.

[XXXI. Draw on sweet night]

Draw on sweet night, bestfriend vnto those cares

Draw on sweet night, bestfriend vnto those cares, That do arise from painfull melancholy, arise from painful melancholy My life so ill through want of comfort fares, That vnto thee, to thee, I consecrate it wholy, Sweet night draw on, O sweet night draw on, sweet night draw on, my griefes when they be told To shades and darknes, find some ease from paining, And while thou all in silence dost enfold, in silence dost enfold, & while thou all in silence dost enfold, I then shall haue best time. for my complaining for my complayning. I then shall haue best time for my complaining.

[XXXII. Stay Coridon thou swaine]

Stay Coridon thou swaine

Stay Coridon thou swaine, talke not so soone of dying, What though thy hart be slaine? What though thy loue be flying? She threatens thee but dares not strike, Thy Nimph is light, and shadow like, Thy Nimph is light and shadow like, Thy Nimph is light and shadow like,

For if thou follow her, Sheele flye from thee, sheele flye from thee, But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee. For if thou follow her, sheele flye from thee, from thee, But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee. But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee, sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee.

[XXXIII. Softly]

Softly, O softly, drop my eyes least you be dry

Softly, O softly, drop my eyes least you be dry, And make my hart with griefe to melt and dye, Now powre out teares apace, Now powre out teares apace, Now stay, O heauy case, O sowre sweet woe alas, woe alas, alas, O griefe, O ioy, why striue you so? Can griefes and ioyes, at once, in one poore hart consent? Then sigh and sing, reioyce, lament, lament, Aye me, Aye me, O passions strange and violent, Was neuer

poore wretch so sore tormented, Nor ioy, nor griefe, can make my hart contented, Was neuer poore wretch so sore tormented, Nor ioy, nor griefe can make my hart contented, For while with ioy I looke on hye, Downe, downe I fall with griefe and dye. downe I fall, Downe, downe I fall, For while vvith ioy I looke on hye, Downe, dovvne I fall. Downe, downe I fall, with griefe and dye.

[XXXIIII. Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary]

Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary

Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary, With noyse of these my shrikes & cryes that fill the aire, & cryes that fill the ayre, She onely who should make me mery heares not my prayer, That I alas, that I alas, alas, misfortunes sonne and heyre, that I alas, alas, misfortunes son & heyre, Hope in none other hope but in dispaire, O vnkind, O, vnkinde, and cruell, Then dye I will to ease thee, Yet if I dye, the world will thee controule, Loe here lyes one, (Alas poore soule) A true loues Martyr, A Martyr. A true loues Martyr.