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Songs of fiue parts.

[XXIII. Lord arise and help.]

Lord arise and help thy seruant

Lord arise and help thy seruant, which onely trusteth in thee, for I am in miserie.

[XXIIII. Haue mercie on mee Lord.]

Haue mercie on mee ô Lord

Haue mercie on mee ô Lord, and graunt mee my desire, let truth and righteousnesse dwell with mee for euer, so shall I alwaies praise thy name, and sing to thee ô my God.

[XXV. Vnto thee lift I vp myne eyes.]

Vnto thee lift I vp mine eyes

Vnto thee lift I vp mine eyes, thou that dwellest in the heauens doe well ô Lord, to those that are true of heart, for onely in thee doe I trust.

[XXVI. Were I a King.]

Were I a king, I might commaund content

Were I a king, I might commaund content, were I obscure, vnknowne should bee my cares, and were I dead, no thoughts should mee torment, nor words, nor wrongs, nor loues, nor hopes, nor fears, a doubtfull choise of three things one to craue, a kingdome, or a cottage, or a graue.

[XXVII. In midst of woods.

The first part.

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In midst of woods or pleasant groue

In midst of woods or pleasant groue, where all sweet byrds doe sing, my thought I heard so rare a sound, which made ye heauens to ring, the charme was good, the noyse full sweet, each byrd dyd play his part, and I admir'd to heare the same, ioy sprong into my heart.

[XXVIII. The black byrd.

The second part.

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The black byrd made the sweetest sound

The black byrd made the sweetest sound, whose tunes dyd far excell, full pleasantly and most profound, was all things placed well, thy pretie tunes mine owne sweet byrd, done with so good a grace, extolls thy name prefers the same, abroad in euery place, thy Musick graue bedecked well, with sundry poynts of skill, beewraise thy knowledge

excelent, ingrafted in thy Will, my tongue shall speake, my pen shall write, in praise of thee to tell, the sweetest byrd that euer was, in friendly sort farewell.

[XXIX. Penelope.]

Penelope, that longed for the sight of hir Vlisses

Penelope, that longed for the sight of hir Vlisses, wandring all to long, felt neuer ioy, wherin she tooke delight, although she liu'd in greatest ioys amōg, so I poore wretch, possessing that I craue, both liue & lack by wrōg of yt I haue, thē blame me not, although to heauēs I cry, and pray the Gods that shortly I might dye.

[XXX. Who loues a lyfe.]

Who loues a life deuoid of quiet rest

Who loues a life deuoid of quiet rest, and seeks content in dens of cruell care, who most triumphs when most he is opprest, & weens him free, whē fast he is in snare, who in the sweet doth find the sowrest tast, his life is loue, his food is vain repast.