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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 Sonne.

Thou God the Son, fountain of endles rest

Thou God the Son, fountain of endles rest, with whose rare birth a Virgins wombe was blest; thou Prince of Peace, restore me with thy blood, and wash my stains in that pure crimson flood; my deep-dy'd soul make white, as unsmutch'd snow, with those mix't streams which from thy side did flow; let those sharp nayles that pierc'd thy hands and feet, thy Crown of Thorns in my Redemption meet; my sins are all by imputation thine, thy suffrings too are by translation mine; then let thy passion, death, and buriall be pledges of everlasting life to me.