The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Musicke, The twentie pleasure.
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Musicke, The twentie pleasure.
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Musicke now, a great delight we finde,
And sure it is a prettie kinde of arte:
But oh that we would settle once our minde,
To tune our tongues, with sound of humble hart.
To sing due lawde vnto the Lorde on hie:
Oh that would seeme an heauenly harmonie.
And sure it is a prettie kinde of arte:
But oh that we would settle once our minde,
To tune our tongues, with sound of humble hart.
To sing due lawde vnto the Lorde on hie:
Oh that would seeme an heauenly harmonie.
And now the ioyes got by Arithmaticke,
To number much within a little time:
And some doe loue to rowle in Rethoricke,
Some best like prose, and some delight in Rime.
And yet all these considered well in minde,
But trifling toyes the true Diuine doth finde.
To number much within a little time:
And some doe loue to rowle in Rethoricke,
Some best like prose, and some delight in Rime.
And yet all these considered well in minde,
But trifling toyes the true Diuine doth finde.
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