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Aurelian Townshend's Poem and Masks

Edited by E. K. Chambers
Townshend, Aurelian (fl. 1601-1643)

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Poems from Songbooks.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II. To the Countesse of Salisbury.
 III. 
III. Youth and Beauty.
 IV. 
IV. A Dialogue betwixt Time and a Pilgrime.
 V. 
V. A Bacchanall.
 VI. 
VI. In praise of his Mistress.
 VII. 
VII. Sufferance.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX. On his hearing her Majesty sing.
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Poems from Manuscripts.
 X. 
X. To the Lady May.
 XI. 
XI
 XII. 
XII.
 XIII. 
XIII. Pure Simple Love.
 XIV. 
XIV. A Paradox.
 XV. 
XV.
 XVI. 
XVI. An Elegie made by Mr Aurelian Townshend In remembrance of the Ladie Venetia Digby.
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Commendatory Poems.
 XVII. 
XVII. To the Right Honourable, the Lord Cary, eldest sonne to the Earle of Monmouth.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. To the Incomparable Brothers, Mr. Henry, and Mr. William Lawes (Servants to His Majestie) upon the setting of these Psalmes.
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Doubtful Poems.
 XIX. 
XIX. Mr. Townsends Verses to Ben Johnsons, in answer to an Abusive Copie, crying down his Magnetick Lady.
 XX. 
XX.
 XXI. 
XXI. La Boiuinette.
 XXII. 
XXII. Upon kinde and true Love.
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ALBIONS TRIVMPH.
  
The first Song.
  
The first Chorus.
  
The second Song.
  
The second Chorus.
  
The third Song.
  
The Dialogue betweene Cvpid and Diana.
  
The Chorus below sing.
  
The fourth Song.
  
The fift Song.
  
The sixth Song sung by the five Deities.
  
Peace Sings alone the seventh Song.
  
The Five.
  
The eighth Song.
  
The last generall Chorus.
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TEMPE RESTORD
  
The fugitive Favourite.
  
The Song of Circe, represented by Madam Coniacke.
  
Harmony presented by Mris Shep.
  
A Saraband.
  
The Highest Sphere represented by Mr. Laneere.
  
The Song.
  
[It is but Iustice, to torment a heart]

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The first Song.

[Behold! I come not from above]

Behold! I come not from above,
To hyde, or hunt out wanton Love,
Or doe what Man can doe:
But to spred all my nimble wings,
And like a God, doe Godlike things
Gratefull, and Gratious too.
Obserue! But see ye be not nyce,
Prepare to give, and take advice,
As wise-Men ought to doe:
Lest when your subtile witts haue done,
Your Notes, like Motes, thought in the Sunne
Proove farre beneath vs too.
Admyre! but censure not their Powers,
That sinke not with Times sandy howres,
As mortall Creatures doe.
And since the Shaft that is adrest,
At Heaven may hurt the Shooters breast,
Be pleas'd and please vs too.
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