 | Ayeres or Phantasticke Spirites for three voices, Made and newly published |  |
VIII.The Gods haue heard my vowes
[1]
The Gods haue heard my vowes,Fond Lyce, whose faire browes
Wont scorne with such disdaine,
My loue, my teares my paine
Fa la la la.
2
But now those spring-tide roses,are turnde to winter poses,
to Rue, and time, and sage,
fitting that shriuled age,
Fa la la la, &c.
3
Now youthes with hote desire,See, see that flamelesse fire,
Which erst your hearts so burned,
quicke into ashes turned.
Fa la la la &c,
| Ayeres or Phantasticke Spirites for three voices, Made and newly published | |