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The second set of madrigales

to 3. 4. 5. and 6. Parts: Apt for Viols and Voyces. Newly composed by Thomas Bateson

Bateson, Thomas

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Songs of 3. Voyces

I.

[I. Love is the fire that burnes me]

II.

[II. My Mistrisse after seruice due]

III.

[III. One woman scarce of twenty]

IIII.

[IIII. If I seeke to inioy]

V.

VI.

[VI. Sweet those Trammels of your haire]

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Songs of 4. Voyces

VII.

[VII. Liue not poore bloome]

VIII.

[VIII. The Nightingale in silent night]

IX.

[IX. Oh, what is she]

X.

[X. See forth her eyes]

XI.

[XI. When to the gloomie woods]

XII.

[XII. I floods of teares could clense my follies past]

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Songs of 5. Voyces

XIII.

[XIII. Haue I found her]

XIIII.

[XIIII. Downe the hills Corina trips]

XV.

[XV. Camella faire tript or'e the plaine]

XVI.

[XVI. Sadnesse sit downe]

XVII.

[XVII. Life of my life]

XVIII.

[XVIII. I heard a noise]

XIX.

[XIX. With bitter sighs I heard Amintas playning]

XX.

[XX. Why doe I dying liue]

XXI.

[XXI. In depth of griefe]

XXII.

[XXII. All the day I wast in weeping]

XXIII.

[XXIII. Why doest thou flye]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Come sorrow, helpe me to lament]

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Songs of 6. Voices

XXV.

[XXV. Cupid in a bed of Roses]

XXVI.

[XXVI. Cytherea smiling, said]

XXVII.

[XXVII. Her haire, the net of goulden wire]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Fond loue is blind]

XXIX.

[XXIX. Ah Cupid, grant that I may neuer see]

XXX.

[XXX. She with a cruell frowne]

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[I. Love is the fire that burnes me]

Loue is the fire that burnes me

Loue is the fire that burnes me, The smokes are thoughts confused, Which dimmes my soule, my soule, And hath my sence abused, Though fire to ashes turne me, Yet doth the smoke more grieue mee, That dimmes my minde, Whose light should still relieue me. Though fire to ashes turne me, Yet doth the smoke more grieue me, That dims my minde, whose light should still relieue me.