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Canst thou loue, and lie alone?
Loue is so disgraced.
Pleasure is best, wherein is rest
In a heart embraced.
Rise, rise, rise,
Day light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring
And Birdes doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.

Morning starre doth now appeare,
Wind is husht, and skies cleare.
Come come away, come come away,
Canst thou loue and burne out day?
Rise, rise, rise, rise,
Day-light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring,
Birds doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.

The Crowning of Belphebe.

2.

Now flowres your odours breath,
And all. the ayre perfume,
Grow in this honor'd wreath,
And with no stormes consume,

Hayle, hayle, and welcome her,
Thou glorie of our greene,
Receiue this flowrie Spheare,
And bee the Shepheards Queene

O kneele, and doe her homage now,
That cals our hearts like fate,
Now rise, your humble bosomes bow,
And leade her to her state.

Mercuries Song, the messengers of the Gods.

3.

Haste, haste, post haste, make haste and away;
The tide tarieth no man, it makes no delay.
Trudge, trudge for thy life; for vertue must flie,
These iourneyes are rife with thee, with the poore Mercurie.

4. [Where are you faire maides]

Will yee loue me Lady sweete

The Courtiers Courtship to his Mistris.

Will yee loue me Lady sweete, you are young and loue is meete, out alas, out alas, alas, who then will sport thee, wanton yet in the spring, Loue is a pretie thing, Loue is a pretie thing, Kisse sweete, as louers doe proue, kind to them that woe.

The Mistris to the Courtier.

Fie away, fie away, fie, no, no, not I, Ile liue a maide till I be fortie, Fie away, fie away, no, not I.

A Song of Pages, Cashiered from their Masters.

5.

Long haue we bin perplext and vext

Long haue we bin perplext and vext, with a life that I lothed, now may we sing, hay ding, a ding, a ding, and leaue to lament any longer, glad to the heart to depart, that I must bid adew to my master, thankes to the heauens will I giue while I liue, for ioye, for ioye, that I leaue him, gone may hee be downe. trole we the Boles, lets in pretie soules, to carrouse with the wenches, with the wenches. with the wenches.

Seruants out of Seruice, are going to the Citie to looke for new.

6

Heigh ho, away the Mare

Heigh ho, away the Mare let vs set aside all care, aside all care, if any man be disposed to trie, Loe here comes a lustie crew, a lustie crew, that are enforced to crie, a new Master, a new, a new Master, a new, Hay now, weele take small paines, and yet will thriue, hay now.