A Mvsicall Dreame Or The Fovrth Booke Of Ayres, The First part is for the Lute, two Voyces, and the Viole de Gambo; The Second part is for the Lute, the Viole and foure Voices to Sing: The Third part is for one Voyce alone, or to the Lute, the Basse Viole, or to both if you please, VVhereof, two are Italian Ayres |
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A Mvsicall Dreame | ||
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[Will saide to his manmmy]
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Will saide to his manmmyThat hee woulde goe woo,
Faine would he wed but he wot not who
Soft a while my lammy stay,
And yet abide,
Hee like a foole as he was replide,
In faith chil haue a wife.
O what a life do I lead
For a wife in my bed
I may not tell you,
O there to haue a wife
O tis a smart to my hart,
Tis a racke to my backe
And to my belly.
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Scarcely was hee wedded,Full a fortnights space,
But that he was in a heauie case,
Largely was he headded,
And his cheekes lookt thinne:
And to repent he did thus beginne;
A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife,
O what a life doe I lead,
With a wife in my bedde,
I may not tell you?
There to haue a wife, a wife, a wife,
O tis a smart to my heart,
Tis a racke to my backe,
And to my belly.
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All you that are Batchelers,Be learnd by crying will,
VVhen you are well to remaine so still,
Better for to tarry,
And alone to lie,
Then like a foole with a foole to crie.
A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife,
O what a life doe I leade,
VVith a wife in my bed,
I may not tell you,
There to haue a wife, a wife, a wife,
O tis a smart to my heart,
Tis a racke to my backe,
And to my belly.
A Mvsicall Dreame | ||