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The second book of ayres, and dialogues

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To the much honoured Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Excellent Compositions in Musick.

To her most honoured Master, Mr. Henry Lavves, On his Second Book of Ayres.

To my beloved Friend and Fellow, Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Book of Ayres.

To my much honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Second Book of Ayres.

To the great Master of his Art my honoured F. Mr. Henry Lawes on his Book of Ayres.

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He would not be tempted.

A Prayer to Cupid.

[Bee not proud cause fair and trim]

Leander Drownd.

Betrayd, by Beleefe.

[Know Celia, since thou art so proud]

[When we were parted]

[Was it a forme, a gate, a grace]

On his hearing her Majesty sing.

[When first I saw fair Doris eyes]

[And is this all? what one poor kisse?]

An Elegiack Song,

On a Pint of Sack.

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A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason.

A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon.

A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne.

ANACREONS Ode Englished.

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Short Ayres for 1. 2. or 3. Voyces.

[Hither we come into this world of woe]

[View Lesbia view, how my various cares doe grow]

[Among Rose buds slept a Bee]

[In the non-age of a winters day]

[Call the spring with all her Flowrs]

[Fear not, dear Love]

[Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die]

[Why should great Beauties vertuous Fame desire]

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Hymns to the Holy Trinity.

To God the Father.

To God the Sonne.

To God the Holy Ghost.

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To God the Father.

Thou God the Father, hid from mortall sight

Thou God the Father, hid from mortall sight, that cloath'st thy self with circumfused light; thou King Eternall, with thy quickning raies, give life to my dead soul: clear all my daies with thy bright presence, my weak spirit fill with pow'r not subject to the Tempters will; Give mee a filiall, not a servile fear, let ev'ry sin be ransom'd with a tear; forbid me to despair, or to presume, lest too much fear should my best hopes consume; and when my body in the grave shall rest, may my cleans'd soul in Martyrs robes be drest.