 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
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[Boast not blind boy that I'me thy prize]
Boast not blind boy that I'me thy prize,
'Twas not thy Dart
But those that Feather'd with her eyes
First strooke my heart.
Th'ill tuter'd shafts and Childish Bow,
On faintly loving hearts bestowe.
'Twas not thy Dart
But those that Feather'd with her eyes
First strooke my heart.
Th'ill tuter'd shafts and Childish Bow,
On faintly loving hearts bestowe.
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I Vaunt my flame and dare defye
Those Bugbeare fires,
Which only serve to terrify
Fooles fond desires:
Hoard up for such thy painted flame,
As tremble when they heare thy name.
Those Bugbeare fires,
Which only serve to terrify
Fooles fond desires:
Hoard up for such thy painted flame,
As tremble when they heare thy name.
My heart thy fire nor shafts could pierce,
But holy flashes,
Swifter then lightning and more fierce,
Burnt mine to ashes;
Where lett them sleepe in unknown rest,
Since Fate concludes their Urne her breast.
But holy flashes,
Swifter then lightning and more fierce,
Burnt mine to ashes;
Where lett them sleepe in unknown rest,
Since Fate concludes their Urne her breast.
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |