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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 | A Pilgrimes Solace |  |
The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to recontruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.
I.
[Disdaine me still, that I may euer loue]
For who his Loue inioyes, can loue no more.
The warre once past with ease men cowards proue:
And ships returnde, doe rot vppon the shore.
And though thou frowne, Ile say thou art most faire:
And still Ile loue, though still I must despayre.
and these once quencht both life and loue are gone.
Let not my sighes nor teares thy vertue moue,
like baser mettals doe not melt too soone.
Laugh at my woes although I euer mourne,
Loue surfets with reward, his nurse is scorne.
II.
[Sweet stay a while, why will you rise?]
The light you see comes from your eyes:
The day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part.
O stay, or else my ioyes must dye,
And perish in their infancie.
Farre sweeter then the Phœnix nest.
Loue raise desire by his sweete charmes
Within this circle of thine armes:
And let thy blissefull kisses cherish
Mine infant ioyes, that else must perish.
III.
[To aske for all thy lone, and thy whole heart t'were madnesse]
I doe not sue,
Nor can admit
(Fairest from you
To haue all,
Yet who giueth all hath nothing to impart, but sadnesse.
My Loue by length
of euery houre,
Gathers new strength,
new growth, new flower.
You must haue daily new rewards in store, still being.
Yet if you will,
when yours doth goe,
You shall haue still
one to bestow:
For you shall mine when yours doth part inherit.
For so alone
dearest we shall
Be one and one,
anothers all-
Let vs so ioyne our hearts that nothing may estrange them.
IIII.
[Loue those beames that breede, all day long breed, and feed]
Loue I quench with flouds, flouds of teares, nightly teares this burning: and mourning.
But alas teares coole this fire in vaine, in vaine,
The more I quench, the more I quench, the more there doth remaine.
For I am deceiu'd and bereau'd of my life, my iewell,
O but in the woods, though Loue be blinde,
Hee hath his spies, my secret haunts to finde.
Since I see my wrongs, woe is me, cannot be redressed.
Come at last, be friendly Loue to me,
And let me not, endure this miserie.
V.
[Shall I strive with wordes to move]
Shall I striue with wordes to moue, when deedes receiue not due regard?Shall I striue with wordes to moue, when deedes receiue not due regard? Shall I speake, and neyther please, nor be freely heard? All woes haue end, though a while delaid, our patience prouing. O that times strange effects could but make, but make her louing. Griefe alas though all in vaine, her restlesse anguish must reueale: Shee alone my wound shall know, though shee will not heale. Stormes calme at last, and why may not shee leaue off her frowning? O sweet Loue, help her hands my affection crowning. I woo'd her, I lou'd her, and none but her admire. O come deare ioy, and answere my desire.
VI.
[Were every thought an eye]
Were euery thought an eye, and all those eyes could seeWere euery thought an eye, and all those eyes could see, Her subtill wiles their sights would beguile, and mocke their ielousie. Desire liues in her heart, Diana in her eyes. T'were vaine to wish women true, t'is well, if they proue wise. Her fires doe inward burne, they make no outward show. And her delights amid the dark shades, which none discouer, grow. The flowers growth is vnseene, yet euery day it growes. So where her fancy is set it thriues, but how none knowes. Such a Loue deserues more grace, Then a truer heart that hath no conceit, To make vse both of time and place, When a wit hath need of all his sleight.
VII.
[Stay time a while thy flying]
Stay and pittie me dying.
For fates and friends haue left mee,
And of comfort bereft mee.
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then to liue, to liue thus distressed.
When thus friends doe disdaine mee?
T'is time that must befriend me,
Drown'd in sorrow to end mee.
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then to liue thus distressed.
I feede by night, (oh cruell)
Light griefes can speake their pleasure,
Mine are dumbe passing measure.
Quicke, quicke, close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then here to liue distressed.
VIII.
[Tell me true Loue where shall I seeke thy being]
[1]
Tell me true Loue where shall I seeke thy being,In thoughts or words, in vowes or promise making,
In reasons, lookes, or passions, neuer seeing,
In men on earth, or womens minds partaking.
Thou canst not dye, and therefore liuing, tell me
Where is thy seate, why doth this age expell thee?
2
When thoughts are still vnseene and words disguised;vowes are not sacred held, nor promise debt:
By passion reasons glory is surprised,
in neyther sexe is true loue firmely set.
Thoughts fainde, words false, vowes and promise broken
Made true Loue flye from earth, this is the token.
3
Mount then my thoughts, here is for thee no dwelling,since truth and falshood liue like twins together:
Beleeue not sense, eyes, eares, touch, taste, or smelling,
both Art and Nature's forc'd: put trust in neyther.
One onely shee doth true Loue captiue binde
In fairest brest, but in a fairer minde.
retaine the best; in hearts let some seede fall,
In stead of weeds Loues fruits may haue abiding;
at Haruest you shall reape encrease of all.
O happy Loue, more happy man that findes thee,
Most happy Saint, that keepes, restores, vnbindes thee.
IX.
[Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest]
Forbeare a while to vexe my grieued sprite,
So long your weight hath lyne vpon my breast,
That loe I liue of life bereaued quite,
Or let me dye, as I desire the death.
Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.
now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight:
Free from thy cares I liue for euer blest,
Enioying peace and heauenly true delight.
nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.
And thus I leaue thy hopes, thy ioyes vntrue,
and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.
X.
[From silent night, true register of moanes]
[1]
From silent night, true register of moanes,From saddest Soule consumde with deepest sinnes,
From hart quite rent with sighes, with sighes and heauie groanes,
My wayling Muse her woe, her wofull worke beginnes.
And to the world brings tunes of sad despayre,
Sounding nought else but sorrow, griefe and care.
2
Sorrow to see my sorrowes cause augmented,and yet lesse sorrowfull were my sorrowes more:
Griefe that my griefe with griefe is not preuented,
for griefe it is must ease my grieued sore.
Thus griefe and sorrow cares but how to grieue,
For griefe and sorrow must my cares relieue.
3
If any eye therefore can spare a teareto fill the well-spring that must wet my cheekes,
O let that eye to this sad feast draw neere,
refuse me not my humble soule beseekes:
For all the teares mine eyes haue euer wept
Were now too little had they all beene kept.
XII.
[In this trembling, trembling shadow]
cast from those boughes which thy wings shake,
Farre from humane troubles, humane troubles, troubles plac'd:
Songs to the Lord, to the Lord would I make,
Darknesse, from my minde then take,
For thy rites, thy rites none may begin,
Till they feele thy light, within.
from the fruitfull vallies brought:
Praising him by whom they grow,
him that heauen and earth hath wrought,
him that all things framde of nought,
Him that all for man did make,
But made man for his owne sake.
while of his high power I speake,
On whom all powers else depend,
but my brest is now too weake,
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake,
All in vaine my sounds I raise,
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.
XIII.
[If that a sinners sighes be Angels foode]
If that a sinners sighes be Angels foodeIf that a sinners sighes be Angels foode, Or that repentant teares be Angels wine, Accept O Lord in this most pensiue moode, These hearty sighes and dolefull plaints of mine, That went with Peter forth most sinfully: But not as Peter did, weepe, weepe weepe, weepe bitterly,
XIIII. The first Part.
[Thou mightie God, that rightest euery wrong]
Thou mightie God, that rightest euery wrongThou mightie God, that rightest euery wrong, Listen to patience, Listen to patience, Listen to patience, patience in a dying, a dying, song. When Iob had lost his Children, Lands, and goods, Patience, patience asswaged his excessiue paine, And when his sorrowes, his sorrowes, sorrowes came as fast as flouds, as flouds, hope kept his hart, his heart, his heart, till comfort came againe, till comfort came againe, came againe.
XV. The second Part.
[When Dauids life by Saul was often sought]
When Dauids life by Saul was often soughtWhen Dauids life by Saul was often sought, Dauids life by Saul, by Saul was often sought, And worlds of woes, worlds of woes, of woes did compasse, compasse him about, about. On dire reuenge he neuer, neuer had a thought, a thought, But in his griefes, but in his griefes, his griefes, his griefes, Hope still did help him out, Hope still did help him, help him out.
XVI. The third Part.
[When the poore Criple by the Poole did lye]
When the poore Criple by the Poole did lyeWhen the poore Criple by the Poole did lye, Full many, many yeeres in misery and paine, No sooner hee on Christ had set his eye, But hee was well, hee was well, was well and comfort, comfort came againe, againe. No Dauid, Iob, nor Criple in more griefe, in more griefe, Christ giue mee patience, patience, and my Hopes reliefe.
XVII.
[Where Sinne sore wounding, daily doth oppresse me]
There Grace abounding, freely doth redresse mee:
So that resounding still I shall confesse thee,
Father of mercy.
Though Sinne offending daily doth torment mee,
Yet Grace amending, since I doe repent mee,
At my liues ending will I hope present mee
cleare to thy mercy.
Did not Grace saue mee, whereby it is cured:
So thou wilt haue mee to thy loue invred,
free without merit.
Sinnes stripe is healed, and his sting abated,
Deaths mouth is sealed, and the Graue amated,
Thy Loue reuealed, and thy Grace related
giues me this spirit.
XVIII.
[My heart and tongue were twinnes, at once conceiued]
Th'eldest was my heart, borne dumbe by destinie,
The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaued:
Yet strung and tunde to play hearts harmonie.
Then this be sure, since it is true perfection,
That neyther men nor Gods,
Nor Gods can force affection.
what heart would speake the tongue doth still discouer.
What tongue doth speake is of the heart embraced,
and both are one to make a new found Louer.
New found, and onely found in Gods and Kings,
whose wordes are deedes, but wordes, nor deedes regarded.
Chaste thoughts doe mount and flye with swiftest wings,
my loue with paine, my paine with losse rewarded.
XIX.
[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 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.
XX.
[Welcome, black night Hymens faire day]
Help, Hymen Loues due debt to pay,
Loues due debt is chaste delight.
Which if the turtles want to night,
Hymen forfets his Dietie,
And night in loue her dignitie,
Help, help, blacke night Hymens faire day,
Help Hymen, Loues due debt to pay
Chorus.
Hymen, O HymenMyne of treasures more diuine,
What dietie is like to thee
That freest from mortalitie.
Hymen comes not, loue to beguile,
These sports are alluring baites,
And sawce are to Loues sweetest Cates:
Longing hope doth no hurt but this,
It heightens Loues attained blisse.
Then stay (most happie) stay a while,
Hymen comes not, Loue to beguile.
XXI. Cease, cease, cease these false sports
Cease, cease, cease these false sportsCease, cease, cease these false sports. Hast, hast, hast away, Loue's made a trewant by your stay, Good, night, good night yet virgin, virgin Bride; but looke ere day, ere day be spide, You change that fruitlesse name, least you your sex defame, Fear not Hymens peaceful war, you'le cōquer, thogh you subdued are, good night, And ere the day be old, rise to the sun, to the Sunne, a Marigold. Hymen, O Hymen, blesse this night, this night, blesse this night, that Loues darke workes may come, may come to light.
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