A gratification vnto Master Iohn Case for his learned booke, lately made in the praise of Musicke [by Thomas Watson] |
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A gratification vnto Master Iohn Case, for his learned booke, lately made in the praise of Musicke.
The following poem is scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.
Let others prayse what seemes them best, I lyke his lines aboue the rest, aboue the rest, aboue the rest, whose pen hath painted Musickes prayse, he soundly blames the senceles foole, & Barbarous Scithyan, of our dayes. our dayes. and barbarous Scithyan of our dayes. of our daies. He writes of Angells Armony, aboue the Harpe of Mercury, of Mercury, he wrytes of sweetly turning Sphæres, how Byrds & Beasts & wormes reioyce, how Dolphyns lou'd Arions voice, he makes a frame for Midas eares for Midas eares.
There may the solemne Stoycks finde, And that Rude Marsia wanteth skil, wanteth skill, against Apollos sweete concent, the Nurse of good, the scourge of ill. Let Enuy barke against the starres, let Folly sayle which way she please, with him I wish my dayes to spend, my dayes to spēd, whose quill hath stoode fayre Musickes frend, chief frend to peace, chief port of ease, of ease, chiefe port of ease, of ease, chiefe frend to peace, chief port of ease.
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