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For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol

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A Dialogue between Thirsis and Dorinda.
 
 
 
 
 


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A Dialogue between Thirsis and Dorinda.

When death shall part us from these Kids
Dorinda.

When death shall part us from these Kids, and shut up our devided Lids; tell me Thirsis, prethee do, whether thou & I shall go?


Thirsis.

To the Elizium.


Dorinda.

Oh! where i'st?


Thirsis.

A chast Soul can never miss't.


Dorinda.

I know no way but one, our home: Is our Cell Elizium?


Thirsis.

Turn thine Eye to yonder sky, there the milky way doth lye, 'tis asure but rugged way, that leads to everlasting day: There Birds may nest.


Dorinda.

But how shall I, that have no wings and cannot fly?


Thirsis.

Do not sigh, fair Nymph, for


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Fire, hath no wings but doth aspire; tell it hit against the pole, Heavens the Center of the Soul.


Dorinda.

But in Elizium, how do they pass eternity away?


Thirsis.

Oh! there is neither hope nor fear, there is no Woolf, nor Fox, nor Bear; no need of Dog to fetch our stray, our Lightfoot we may give away: No Oatepipes needful, there thy Eares may sleep with Musick, with Musick, Musick of the Spheres.


Dorinda.

O Sweet! O Sweet! how I my future State, by silent thinking, silent thinking antedate: I prethee let us spend our


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time to come, in talking of Elizium.


Thirsis.

Then I'le go on; There Sheep are full of sweetest grass, and softest wool; there Birds sing consort, Garlands grow, cool winds do whisper, Springs do flow; there alwayes is a rising Sun, and day is ever but begun: Shepherds there bear equal sway, and every Nymph a Queen of May.


Dorinda.

Ah! me.


Thirsis.

Dorinda, why dost cry?


Dorinda.

I'm Sick, I'm Sick, and fain would die; convince me now that this is true, by bidding with me all adieu.


Thirsis.

I cannot live without thee, I; I'le for thee, much more with thee die.



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Chorus.

Then let us give Corilla charge, Corilla charge oth' Sheep, and thou and I thou and I'le pick Poppies, Poppies, and them steep them steep in Wine, and drink on't, and drink on't even till we weep; so shall we pass, shall we pass away, so shall we pass away in a sleep.