A Pilgrimes Solace Wherein is contained Musicall Harmonie of 3. 4. and 5. parts, to be sung and plaid with the Lute and Viols |
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[Vp merry mates, to Neptunes prayse]
Vp merry mates, to Neptunes prayse,
Your voyces high aduance:
The watrie Nymphs shall dance,
And Eolus shall whistle to your layes,
Stereman, how stands the winde?
What course?
No worse,
And blow so faire,
Then sincke, sincke, sincke, sincke despayre,
Come solace to the minde,
Ere night we shall, we shall the hauen finde.
O happy, happy dayes, who may containe,
but swell with proud disdaine,
when seas are smooth, sailes, sailes full,
and all things, all things please?
The golden meane that constant spirit beares,
in such extreams that nor presumes, nor feares.
Your voyces high aduance:
The watrie Nymphs shall dance,
And Eolus shall whistle to your layes,
Stereman, how stands the winde?
What course?
No worse,
And blow so faire,
Then sincke, sincke, sincke, sincke despayre,
Come solace to the minde,
Ere night we shall, we shall the hauen finde.
O happy, happy dayes, who may containe,
but swell with proud disdaine,
when seas are smooth, sailes, sailes full,
and all things, all things please?
The golden meane that constant spirit beares,
in such extreams that nor presumes, nor feares.
Stay merry mates, proud Neptune lowres,
Your voyces all deplore you,
The Nymphes stand weeping o're you:
And Eolus and Iris bandy showres.
Mr. Boates man hale in the Boate.
S.
Your voyces all deplore you,
The Nymphes stand weeping o're you:
And Eolus and Iris bandy showres.
Mr. Boates man hale in the Boate.
Harke, harke the ratlings,
M.
'Tis haile.
S.
Make fast the tacklings.
M.
Strike saile.
Make quicke dispatches,
Shut close the hatches.
Hold sterne, cast Ancour out,
This night we shall at randome floate.
O dismall houres,
Who can forbeare,
But sinke with sad despaire.
When seas are rough, sailes rent, and each thing lowres.
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