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Mvsica transalpina

The second booke of Madrigalles, to 5. & 6. voices

Yonge, Nicholas

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I.

[I. The white delightful Swanne Sweet singing]

II.

[II. Zephirus brings the time ye sweetly senteth]

III.

[III. So farre, deare life, from thy bright beames absented]

IIII.

[IIII. Cinthia thy song & chaūting]

V.

[V. Fly if yu wilt be flying]

VI.

[VI. At sound of hir sweet voice & words betraying]

VII.

[VII. Browne is my Loue but gracefull]

VIII.

[VIII. The VVine that I so deerly got]

IX.

[IX. Dolorous morneful cares, ruthles tormenting]

X.

[X. In flowre of Aprill springing]

XI.

[XI. Hills & woods, craggs & rocks, and shores & fountaines]

XII.

[XII. The first part. Lady my flame stil burning, & my cōsuming anguish]

XIII.

[XIII. The second part. Sweet Lord, your flame still burning]

XIIII.

[XIIII. Sweet sparkle of Loues fire]

XV.

[XV. Now springs each plant to heauen aloft aspiring]

XVI.

[XVI. Sweet eyes, admiring you I am left hartles]

XVII.

[XVII. Loue quench this heat cōsuming]

XVIII.

[XVIII. Cruell, why dost thou flye mee]

XIX.

[XIX. O Gratious & worthiest of each creature]

XX.

[XX. Shall I liue so farre distant from thee my deare]

XXI.

[XXI. So saith my faire & beautifull Licoris]

XXII.

[XXII. For griefe I dye enraged]

XXIII.

[XXIII. Daintie white pearle, & you fresh smiling Roses]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Hard by a Cristall fountaine, ORIANA ye bright lay doune a sleeping]

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[IIII. Cinthia thy song & chaūting]

Cinthia thy song & chaūting

Cinthia thy song & chaūting, so strāg a flame in gentle harts awaketh, Cinthia thy song & chaūting, so strāg a flame in gentle harts awaketh, so strang a flame in gentle harts in gentle harts awaketh, that euery cold desire wanton Loue maketh, sounds, to thy praise and vaunting, to thy praise and vaunting, sounds to thy praise, to thy prayse & vaunting, and vaunting, of Sirens most commended, of Sirens most commended, that with delightfull tunes for praise cōtended, for whē thou sweetly soundest, yu neither kilst nor woūdest, thou neither kilst, nor woūdest, but doost reuiue a nomber of bodyes buryed, in perpetuall slomber, in perpetuall slomber, in perpetuall slomber.