Mvsicke Of Svndrie kindes Set forth in two Bookes. The First Whereof Are, Aries for 4. Voices to the Lute, Orphorion, or Basse-Viol, with a Dialogue for two Voices, and two Basse Viols in parts, tunde the Lute way. The Second Are Pauens, Galiards, Almaines, Toies, Iigges, Thumpes and such like, for two Basse-Viols, the Lieraway, so made as the greatest number may serue to play alone, very easie to be performde. Composed by Thomas Ford |
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[Now I see thy lookes were fained]
Now I see thy lookes were fained
Quickly lost and quickly gained
Soft thy skin like wooll of wethers
Hart vnconstant light as feathers,
Tongue vntrusty subtle sighted
Wanton will with change delighted
Syren pleasant foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Quickly lost and quickly gained
Soft thy skin like wooll of wethers
Hart vnconstant light as feathers,
Tongue vntrusty subtle sighted
Wanton will with change delighted
Syren pleasant foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Of thine eye I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came my error,
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighes I deemed pitty,
Thy false teares that me agreeued,
First of all my trust deceaued,
Syren,
From thy beauty came my error,
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighes I deemed pitty,
Thy false teares that me agreeued,
First of all my trust deceaued,
Syren,
Fain'de acceptance when I asked,
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholy,
Wrotched man my trust was folly,
Lilly white, and prety winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorrie thinking,
Syren.
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholy,
Wrotched man my trust was folly,
Lilly white, and prety winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorrie thinking,
Syren.
Now I see O seemely cruell,
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in loue is no assurance,
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
Syren.
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in loue is no assurance,
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
Syren.
Prime youth lasts not age will follow,
And make white those tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the dame despitefull,
And when time shall date thy glorie
Then to late thou wilt be sorry,
Syren.
And make white those tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the dame despitefull,
And when time shall date thy glorie
Then to late thou wilt be sorry,
Syren.
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