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[Songs of 3 parts]

[Sit downe, & sing]

Sit downe, & sing,Amintas ioyes his little Lambs reioice,
to see ye spring, ech chirping bird records a piping voice,
Sweet by ye fruits, that nature first do yeeld,
wher winters cold not long before hath kild,
Pan with his pipe resoūds his roundelaies
and Flora's name adorns with worthy praise,
each liuing thing full gladly takes the spring,
both Nimphes & sheppards pleasauntly do sing.

[My flockes feed not]

My flockes feed not, all is amisse,
Loue is dying, Causer of this,
all our merry gigs are quite forgot,
all my Ladies loue is lost god wot,
where our faith was firmely fix'd in loue,
ther annoy is plac'd, without remoue,
our seely crosse
wrought all my losse.
oh frowning fortune, cursed fickle dame, for now I see
inconstancie, more in women thē in many men to be,

[Loue hath forlorne mee]

Loue hath forlorne mee, liuing in thrale,
oh cruell speeding, fraught with galle,
my sheperds pipe will sound no deale,
my weathers bell, ringes dolfull knell,
my curtall Dogge that wont to haue plai'd,
plaies not at all, but seemes afrai'd,
my sighes so deepe
procures to weepe,
with howling, noyse, to see my dolfull plight,
how sighes resound,
through harcklesse ground,
like â thousand vanquish'd men, in bloody fight,

[Cleere wells spring not]

Cleere wells spring not, cheerefully
heardes stand weeping, fearefully
all our pleasures knowne to vs poore swaines,
all our merry meetings, on the plaines,
all our euening sports, from vs are fled,
all our loues are lost, for loue is dead,
farwell sweet lasse the like ner'e was,
for a sweet content, the cause
of all my woe, poore Coridon must liue alone,
other healp for him I know ther's none.

[A Country paire, were walking all alone]

A country paire, were walking all alone,
& wantonly were talking to each one,
quoth she, I will not hate nor loue thee,
I aye mee, what wilt thou doe,
take time & thou shalt proue me,
alas I know not how,
what tho I wed, I am thy friend,
then kis me Kate & so an end

[Cease sorrowes now]

Cease sorrowes now, for you haue done the deed,
loe care hath now consumd my carkasse quite,
no hope is left, nor help can stand in steed,
for dolfull death, doth cut of pleasure quite,
yet whilst I heare the knoling of the bell,
before I dye, Ile sing my faint farewell.