 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
To my honoured Friend JOHN WILSON Doctor of Musick, on his excellent Book of Ayres.
As Friends do meet whom nobler love hath joyn'dAnd made (though sev'rall bodies, yet) one mind,
Who count themselves to live, not 'cause they move
And have a being but because they love;
Who when they view, think all their soules i'th' eye.
Or if they touch, think it i'th' hand to lye:
So doe I meet your Ayres, they have the art
Of drawing all my soule into that part
Which they affect, and if I chance to heare
Them strook am forc'd to wish my selfe all eare.
I doe not wonder that the King did call,
WILSON, ther's more words, let's heare them all.
Such was your skill, that what the rest o'th' Court
Perhaps thought long, Judicious eares thought short.
Excellent Artist! whose sweet straines devoure
Time swift as they, and make dayes seem an houre.
But what need more, since 'tis enough to tell
But this, King Charles hath heard, and lik'd them well.
J. H. O. C.
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |