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Ayres, and dialogues

for one, two, and three voyces. The third book

[dedication]

[section]

To his Honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, Upon his Annual Book of AYRES.

[Ayres for One Voyce]

Chloris landing at Berlington.

Constancy protested.

Counsel to a Maid.

Love despis'd.

[Come fil's a cup of Sherry]

Hopelesse love cur'd by derision.

A young Maids Resolution.

Cupid no god.

Inconstancy return'd.

His Rivals danger.

To his Platonick Mistris.

Amintors welladay.

Affection for a Lady he never saw.

Freedome from Charmes.

Future Hope.

On a Black Ribbon.

A Resolution to love no more.

Cupids Artillery.

A Lady to a young Courtier.

Falshood discovered.

Liberty.

A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.

A doubt resolv'd.

To the first object of Content.

A Recantation.

A description of Chloris.

Chloris a constant comfort.

Inconstancy.

Amintor's Dream.

Chloris dead, lamented by Amintor.

[Ayres for Two Voyces]

A Dialogue on a Kisse.

A Dialogue between a Lover and his Friend.

A Dialogue. Strephon—Amaryllis.

A Dialogue. Cleander—Floramell.

Short Ayres for One, Two, or Three Voyces.

[Once Venus Cheeks that sham'd the Morn]

[I have prais'd with all my skill]

[When doth Love set forth Desire?]

[Trust the Form of Ayrie things]

[Deer, throw that Flatt'ring Glass away]

[Do not delay me though you have the pow'r ages to stay me]

[If you can find a heart (Sweet Love)]

[Sure thou framed wert by Art]

[O Phœbus, cleer thy face]

[I Prethee send me back my heart]

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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.