Fvneral Teares For the death of the Right Honorable the Earle of Deuonshire. Figvred In seauen songes, whereof sixe are so set forth that the wordes may be exprest by a treble voice alone to the Lute and Base Viole, or else that the meane part may bee added, if any shall affect more finnesse of parts. The Seaventh Is made in forme of a Dialogue, and cannot be sung without two voyces, Inuented by Iohn Coprario [i.e. John Cooper] |
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To the Ayre
Ev'n to thy sweetnesse pure benigne, kind Ayre
That first embrac't these teares, these I present.
Know them, though now transform'd from Christall faire
Th'appeare to thee, in Musicall ornament:
Free passage to melodious pearcing sounds
Thine open bosome yeelds: greefe owes to thee
Her groanes, and sighes: through thy swift-healed wounds
Her shrikes are shot, and thine her clamours be.
Receiue then chearefull Ayre these sad laments,
Though thou art but one Element, and she
That owes them, of all foure the quintessence,
The Starre of honor, and the sphere of beautie.
Goe, heare her sing these farewels, thou wilt weepe,
And mouelesse euer in thy regions sleepe.
That first embrac't these teares, these I present.
Know them, though now transform'd from Christall faire
Th'appeare to thee, in Musicall ornament:
Free passage to melodious pearcing sounds
Thine open bosome yeelds: greefe owes to thee
Her groanes, and sighes: through thy swift-healed wounds
Her shrikes are shot, and thine her clamours be.
Receiue then chearefull Ayre these sad laments,
Though thou art but one Element, and she
That owes them, of all foure the quintessence,
The Starre of honor, and the sphere of beautie.
Goe, heare her sing these farewels, thou wilt weepe,
And mouelesse euer in thy regions sleepe.
Sing Lady, sing thy Deu'nshires funerals,
And charme the Ayre with thy delightfull voyce,
Let lighter spirits grace their Madrigals,
Sorrow doth in the saddest notes reioyce.
Fairest of Ladies since these Songs are thine,
Now make them as thou art thy selfe, deuine.
And charme the Ayre with thy delightfull voyce,
Let lighter spirits grace their Madrigals,
Sorrow doth in the saddest notes reioyce.
Fairest of Ladies since these Songs are thine,
Now make them as thou art thy selfe, deuine.
The deuoted seruant of true noblenesse. Iohn Coprario.
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