The Muses Gardin for Delights Or the fift Booke of Ayres, onely for the Lute, the Base-vyoll, and the Voyce |
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XVII
[All my sense thy sweetenesse gained]
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All my sense thy sweetenesse gained,Thy faire hayre my heart enchained.
My poore reason thy wordes mooued,
So that thee like heauen I loued.
Fa, la, la, live deridan,
Fa, la, la, leridan,
Fa, la, la, lerideridane,
Lerideri dan leridan dei,
While to my minde the outside stoode,
For messenger of inward good.
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Now thy sweetnesse sowre is deemed,Thy hayre not worth a hayre esteemed,
While to my minde the outside stood,
Finding that, but words they proou'd,
Fa, la, la,
Dan, dan, dan.
For no faire Signe can credit winne,
If that the substance faile within.
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No more in thy sweetenesse glorie,For thy knitting hayre be sorie,
Vse thy words but to bewaile thee,
That no more thy beames auaile thee,
Fa, la, la.
Dan, dan, dan:
Lay not thy colours more to viewe,
Without the Picture be found true.
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Woe to me, alas shee weepeth,Foole in me, what folly creepeth.
Was I to blasphemie enraged,
Where my soule I haue engaged,
Fa, la, la,
Dan, dan, dan,
And wretched I must yeeld to this
The fault I blame her chastnesse is.
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Sweetnesse sweetely pardon folly,Tye my hayre your captiue solly,
Words O words of heauenly knowledge,
Know my words them faults acknowledge,
Fa, la, la,
Dan, dan, dan,
And all my life I will confesse,
The lesse I loue, I liue the lesse.
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