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Of 3. voc.

[I. Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing]

Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing

Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing, Now sigh and groane, Dead is my loue my hope, my ioy, my spring, Dead, dead & gone, dead is my loue, my hope, my ioy, my spring, O she that was your summers Queen your dayes delight, is gone and will no more be seene, O cruell spight, Breake all your Pipes that wont to sound with pleasant cheere, And cast your selues vpon the ground to waile my deere, to waile my deere, Come shepheard swaynes, Come Nimphs and all a roe, Come Nimphs and all a roe, to help me cry, Dead is my loue, Dead is my loue, And seeing she is so, loe now I dye, loe now I dye.

[II. Flourish ye hillockes]

Flourish ye hillockes set with fragrant flowers

Flourish ye hillockes set with fragrant flowers, So graced with her deity, whose eyes bedew you with their pearled showers, whose eyes bedew you with their pearled showers bewayling loues impiety. Happy yee are, be prodigall disposed, disdaine not loues lamenting, Let me, but kisse those steps, those steps where she reposed, to ease my harts tormenting, to ease my harts tormenting, then while she flyes me, here I lye and languish, sounding my sorrowes, sorrowes, tun'd in notes of anguish. tun'd in notes, tun'd in notes, of anguish.

[III. Ah, cruell Amarillis]

Ah, cruell Amarillis

Ah, cruell Amarillis, since thou takst delight, to heare the accents of a dolefull dittie, dittie, of a dolefull dittie, To triumph, still without remorse or pittie, I loath this life, Death must my sorrowes right, And least vaine hope, my miseries renue, Come quickly death, reaue me of breath, (Ah) cruell Amarillis, Cruell Amarillis, Amarillis, cruell Amarillis, cruell adew, adew.

[IIII. So light is loue]

So light is loue, in matchles beautie shining

So light is loue, in matchles beautie shining, So light is loue in matchles beautie shining, When she reuisits Cypris hallowed bowers, Two feeble doues harnest in silken twining, harnest in silken twining, can draw her Chariot midst the Paphian flowers, can draw her Chariot midst the Paphian flowers, Lightnes to loue, how ill it fitteth? Lightnesse to loue how ill it fitteth? lightnesse to loue, lightnesse to loue how ill it sitteth? so heauie on my hart she sitteth. Lightnes to loue how ill it fitteth? lightnes to loue, how ill it fitteth? lightnes to loue, how ill it fitteth? so heauy on my hart, (O) on my hart she sitteth.

[V. As faire as morne]

As faire as morne, as fresh as May

As faire as morne, as fresh as May, A pretty grace in saying nay, Smil'st thou sweet hart? then sing and say, Ta na na no, Ta na na na, &c. But (O) that loue inchanting eye, Loe here my doubtful doome I try, But (O) that loue enchanting eye, Loe here my doubtfull doome I try, my doubtfull doome I try. Tell me my sweet, liue I or dye? Tell me my sweet, liue I or dye? She smiles, Fa la la, &c. Ah, she frownes, Aye me, Aye me I dye, I dye.

[VI. O what shall I doe]

O what shall I doe, or whether shall I turne me?

O what shall I doe, or whether shall I turne me? Shall I make vnto her eyes? O no they'l burn me, Shall I seale vp my eies & speak my part? then in a floud of tears, I drown my hart, for tears being stopt will swel, wil swel, will swel for scope, though they o'reflow, loue, life, and hope, By beauties eye Ile chuse to dye. At thy feet I fall fayre Creature, rich in beautie, And for pitty call, for pittie call, O kill not loue and duty, Let thy smooth tongue fanne on my sence thy breath, to stay thine eies from burning me to death. But if mercy be exiled from a thing so fayre compiled,

[VII. I Liue, and yet me thinks I doe not breath]

I liue, and yet me thinks I doe not breath

I liue, and yet me thinks I doe not breath; and yet me thinks I do not breath; I thirst, and drinke; I drinke and thirst againe; I sleep & yet I dreame I am awake; I hope for that I haue; I haue and want, I sing & sigh; I loue and hate at once, I sing and sigh, I loue and hate at once. O tell me restlesse soule, What vncouth iarre doth cause such want in store? doth cause such want in store, in peace such warre? Doth cause such want in store, in peace such warre? then patiently by thee Ile dye. Ile dye.

[VIII. There is a iewell]

Risposta.

There is a iewell

There is a iewell, there is a iewell which no Indian mines can buy, no Chimick art can counterfait, It makes men rich in greatest pouertie, It makes men rich, it makes men rich in greatest pouertie, in greatest pouertie; Makes water wine; turnes wooden cups to gould; makes water wine, turnes wooden cups to gould, The homely whistle, to sweet musicks straine, the homely whistle, the homely whistle, to sweet musicks straine, Seldome it comes to few from heauen sent, seldome it comes, to few from heauen sent, That much in little all in naught.

Of 4. voc.

[IX. When Cloris heard of her Amintas dying]

When Cloris heard of her Amintas dying

When Cloris heard of her Amintas dying, She grieued, she griued then for her vnkinde denying, Oft sighing, oft sighing, oft sighing sore and with a hart vnfayned, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye, I dye she thus complayned, Whom when Amintas spyed, then both for ioy out cryed, I loue, I loue sweet Cloris eye, And I Amintas till I dye,

[X. Happy streames whose trembling fall]

Happy streames whose trembling fall

Happy streames whose trembling fall, with still murmure softly glyding, Happy Birds whose chirping call, with sweet melody delighting, Hath mou'd her flintie and relentlesse hart, to listen to your harmony, your harmony, inchanted with your melody, your melody, Sing on and carroll forth your glee, sing on, sing on, She graunts you

leaue, her rayes to see, She graunts you leaue, her rayes to see, Happy were I, were I, happy were I, were I, could loue but so delight her, But aye alas, my loue doth still despight her. But aye alas, alas my loue doth still despight her.

[XI. Change me O heauens]

Change me O heauens, into the Ruby stone

Change me O heauens, into the Ruby stone, That on my Loues faire locks doth hang in gold, that on my Loues faire locks, that on my Loues faire locks doth hang in gold, Yet leaue me speech to her to make my moane, yet leaue me speech to her to make my moane, to make my moan, to her to make my moane, And giue me eies her beauties to behold, and giue me eyes, and give me eyes her beauties to behold, or if you will not make, my flesh a stone, make her hard heart seeme flesh, that now seems none. make her hard heart seem flesh, that now seems none. make her, make her hard hart seem flesh that now seemes none.

[XII. Loue not me for comely grace]

Loue not me for comely grace

Loue not me for comely grace, for my pleasing eye or face; Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart: For those may faile, those may faile, for those may faile or turne to ill, So thou and I shall seuer: Keepe therfore a true womans eye, keepe therefore a true womans eye, keepe therefore a true womans eye, And loue me still, but know not why; And loue me still, but know not why, but know not why, And loue me still but know not why, So hast thou the same reason still, to dote vpon me euer. to dote, vpon me euer.

[XIII. Flye not so swift]

Flye not so swift my deere, behold me dying

Flye not so swift my deere, behold me dying, If not a smiling glance, a smiling glance, If not a smiling glance for all my crying, Yet kill me with thy frownes: The Satyres o're the lawnes full nimbly dauncing, Friske it apace, apace, to view thy beauties glancing, Thy beauties glancing; See how they coast the downes, See how they coast the downes, Fayne wouldst thou turne and yeeld them their delight,

faine wouldst thou turne, and yeeld them their delight, faine wouldst thou turne, fayne wouldst thou turne and yeeld them their delight, but that thou fearst least I should steale a sight.

[XIIII. I Loue alas, alas, yet am not loued]

I loue alas, alas, yet am not loued

I loue alas, alas, yet am not loued, alas, alas, yet am not loued, For cruell she, to pitty, is not moued: My constant loue with scorne she ill rewardeth, onely my sighs a little she regardeth, onely my sighs a little little shee regardeth, Yet more and more the quenchlesse fire increaseth, yet more and more the quenchlesse fire increaseth, which to my greater torment neuer ceaseth. neuer ceaseth. yet more and more, the quenchlesse fire increaseth, which to my greater torment neuer ceaseth.

[XV. As matchlesse beauty thee a Phœnix proues]

As matchlesse beauty thee a Phœnix proues

As matchlesse beauty thee a Phœnix proues, faire Leonilla, faire Leonilla, faire Leonilla, As matchlesse beauty thee a Phœnix proues, faire Leonilla, So thy sowre-sweet loues: For when young Acons eye thy proud hart tames, for when young Acons eye, for when young Acons eye thy proud. hart tames, Thou dy'st in him, and liuest in my flames. thou dyest in him, and liuest in my flames. For when young Acons eye thy proud has tames, for when young Acons eye thy proud hart tames, Thou dyest in him, and liuest in my flames. Thou dyest in him, and liuest in my flames. and liuest in my flames.

[XVI. Happy, oh happy he, who not affecting]

Happy, oh happy he, who not affecting

Happy, oh happy he, who not affecting The endlesse toyles, the endlesse toyles attending worldly cares, attending worldly cares, attending worldly cares, With minde repos'd all discontents reiecting; In silent peace his way to heauen prepares: In silent peace, his way to heauen, in silent peace his way to heauen prepares, Deeming his life a Scene, the world a Stage, whereon man acts his weary Pilgrimage. Deeming his life a Scene, the world a Stage whereon man acts his weary Pilgrimage. whereon man acts, whereon man acts his weary Pilgrimage.

Of 5. voc.

[XVII. Sweet hony sucking Bees]

Sweet hony sucking Bees, why doe you still

Sweet hony sucking Bees, why doe you still, surfet on Roses, Pincks and Violets? As if the choysest Nectar lay in them, wherwith you store, your curious Cabinets: Ah, make your flight, Ah, make your flight, to Melisuauiaes lips, there, there may you reuell in Ambrosian cheere, Where smiling Roses and sweet Lillies sits, there may you reuell, keeping their Spring-tide, keeping their Spring-tide graces, keeping their Spring-tide graces all the yeare. keeping their Spring-tide graces all the yeare,

[XVIII. Yet Sweet take heed]

Yet Sweet take heed, all sweets are hart to get

Yet Sweet take heed, all sweets are hart to get, sting not, sting not her soft lippes, Oh beware of that, Oh, oh beware of that, For if one flaming dart come from her eye, Come from her eye, was neuer dart so sharp, Ah then you dye, you dye, For if one flaming dart come from her eye, was neuer dart so sharp, Ah then you dye, then you dye, Ah then you dye, was neuer dart so sharp, Ah then you dye, Ah then you dye. Ah then you dye.

[XIX. All pleasure is of this condition]

All pleasure is of this condition

All pleasure is of this condition, It pricks men forward to fruition, All It pricks men forward to fruition, But if enioy'd then like the humming Bee, then like the humming Bee, The honie being shed away doth flee, away doth flee, But leaues a sting that wounds the inward hart, But leaues a sting that wounds the inward hart, the inward hart, With gnawing griefe, and neuer ending smart. With gnawing griefe, and neuer ending smart. With gnawing griefe, and neuer ending smart.

[XX. Oft haue I vow'd how dearely I did loue thee]

Oft haue I vow'd how dearely I did loue thee

Oft haue I vow'd how dearely I did loue thee, how deerely I did loue thee, And oft obseru'd thee with all willing dutie, Sighs I haue sent stil hoping to remoue thee, stil hoping to remoue thee: Millions of tears, of tears, I tendred to thy beautie, millions of teares, I tendred to thy beautie, Yet thou of sighs and silly teares regardlesse, yet thou of sighs and silly teares regardlesse, suffrest my feeble hart to pine with anguish, Whilst all my barren hopes returne rewardlesse, My bitter dayes doe wast, and I doe languish. My bitter dayes doe wast, and I doe languish, and I doe languish.

[XXI. Downe in a valley]

Downe in a valley, as Alexis trips

Downe in a valley, as Alexis trips, Daphne sat sweetly sleeping, sat sleeping, Soone as the wanton toucht her ruddy lips, she nicely fell a weeping, The wag full softly lifts her, And too and fro hee sifts her, But when nor sighes nor kisses mou'd her pitty, nor sighes could moue her pitty, nor teares could moue her pitty, With plaints he warbles forth, he warbles forth this mournfull ditty. But when nor sighes (ah) nor kisses mou'd her pitty, nor sighs could moue her pitty, nor teares could moue her pitty, with plaints he warbles forth, he warbles forth, this mournful ditty.

[XXII. Hard Destinies are Loue and Beautie parted]

Hard Destinies are Loue and Beautie parted?

Hard Destinies are Loue and Beautie parted? Fayre Daphne so disdainfull? Cupid thy shafts are too vniustly darted, Fond Loue thy wounds be painefull, But sith my louely Iewell is prou'd so coy and cruell, Ile liue and frolicke in her beauties treasure, Ile liue and frolicke in her beauties treasure, But languish, faint, and dye, But languish, faint and

dye in her displeasure. Ile liue and frolicke, in her beauties treasure, Ile liue and frolicke in her beauties treasure, But languish, But languish, faint and dye, in her displeasure. But languish faint and dye, in her displeasure.

[XXIII. Weepe, weepe, weepe, mine eyes]

Weepe, weepe, weepe, mine eyes, my hart can take no rest

Weepe, weepe, weepe, mine eyes, my hart can take no rest, weepe, weepe, weepe my hart, mine eyes shall ne're be blest, Weepe hart, weepe eyes, and both this accent cry, A thousand deaths I dye, A thousand thousand deaths I dye, I dye, Aye me, ah, ah, cruell Fortune, Aye me, Now Leander to dye I feare not, Death doe thy worst I care not, I hope, I hope when I am dead in Elizian plaine, To meet, and there with ioy, with ioy weele loue againe.

[XXIIII. There where I saw her louely beautie]

There where I saw her louely beautie, her louely beautie painted

There where I saw her louely beautie, her louely beautie painted, Where Venus-like my sacred Goddesse shineth, There with precellent obiect mine eyes fainted, That faire but fatall star, my dole deuineth, As soone as morning in her light appeareth, Her sweet salute my minde or'e clouded cleareth, When night againe the dayes delight bereaueth, My harts true sacrifice she quicke receiueth, But night and day she craftily forsakes me, To tedious day to loathsome night, to loathsome night betakes me. to tedious day to loathsome night betakes me.

[XXV. Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty]

Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty

Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty, Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty, And dwell in Musicks sweetest Ayres, Whose eyes are quicke, Whose eares are dainty, Whose eyes are quicke, Whose eares are dainty, Whose eares are dainty, Not clogd with earth or worldly cares, or worldly cares, Come sing this song made in Amphions praise, Who now is dead, yet you his Fame can raise, Call him againe, let him not dye, But liue in Musicks sweetest birth, Place him in fayrest memory, And

let him triumph ouer death, And let him triumph ouer death, O sweetly sung, his liuing wish attend yee, his These were his words, the mirth of heauen, God send yee the mirth of heauen God send yee.

[XXVI. A Silly Siluan, kissing heauen-borne fire]

A silly Siluan, kissing heauen-borne fire

A silly Siluan, kissing heauen-borne fire, scorched his lips for his so fond desire: I not so fond, but gaz'd, whilst such fire burned, And all my hart straight into flames was turned: And all my hart straight into flames was turned, And all my hart, straight into flames was turned. His fire was stolne, and stolne things goe amisse, But I alas vniustly, but I alas vniustly, for to haue her her heauenly fire the Gods & graces gaue her, the Gods and graces gaue her. the Gods and graces gaue her.

Of 6. voc.

[XXVII. O Wretched man]

O wretched man, O wretched man, why lou'st thou earthly life?

O wretched man, O wretched man, why lou'st thou earthly life? Which naught enioyes but cares and endlesse trouble? What pleasure here but breeds a world of griefe? What howers ease that anguish doth not double? No earthly ioyes but haue their discontents, but haue their discontents, Then loath that life, which causeth such laments.

[XXVIII. Where most my thoughts]

Where most my thoughts, there least my eye is striking

Where most my thoughts, there least my eye is striking, there least mine eye is striking; Where least I come, there most my hart abideth; Where most I loue, I neuer shew my liking; From what my minde doth hold, my body slydeth, I carelesse seeme where most my care dependeth, my care dependeth, A coy regard, where most my soule attendeth. where most my soule attendeth. where most my soule attendeth.

[XXIX. Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish]

Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish

Dispightfull thus vnto my selfe I languish, And in disdaine, my selfe, my selfe from ioy I banish; These secret thoughts envvraps me so in anguish, That life I hope will soone from body vanish, And to some rest will quickly be conuayed, will quickly be conuayed, And to some rest will quickly be conuay'd, will quickly be conuay'd, That on no ioy while so I liu'd hath stayed. And to some rest vvill quickly be conuayed, vvil quickly be conuayed, And to some rest vvill quickly be conuay'd, and to some rest vvill quickly be conuayed, That on no ioy while so I liu'd hath stayed.

[XXX. Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me]

Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me

Ah cannot: To pitty, pitty me, to pitty me, Who more then life, then life doe loue thee, then life doe loue thee, O, O, cruell fates, See now away shee's flying, And flye she will, and leaue me dying, and flye she will, alas, alas, alas, alas, and leaue me dying, Farewell, farewell, farewell, most faire, farewell, farewell, yet more disdainefull, Was neuer griefe like mine, nor death more painfull, O, O, cruell fates, See now away shee's flying, And flye shee will, alas, alas, and leaue me dying, Farewell, farewell most fayre, farewell, farewell, was neuer griefe like mine, nor death more painefull.

[XXXI. Draw on sweet night]

Draw on sweet night, bestfriend vnto those cares

Draw on sweet night, bestfriend vnto those cares, That do arise from painfull melancholy, arise from painful melancholy My life so ill through want of comfort fares, That vnto thee, to thee, I consecrate it wholy, Sweet night draw on, O sweet night draw on, sweet night draw on, my griefes when they be told To shades and darknes, find some ease from paining, And while thou all in silence dost enfold, in silence dost enfold, & while thou all in silence dost enfold, I then shall haue best time. for my complaining for my complayning. I then shall haue best time for my complaining.

[XXXII. Stay Coridon thou swaine]

Stay Coridon thou swaine

Stay Coridon thou swaine, talke not so soone of dying, What though thy hart be slaine? What though thy loue be flying? She threatens thee but dares not strike, Thy Nimph is light, and shadow like, Thy Nimph is light and shadow like, Thy Nimph is light and shadow like,

For if thou follow her, Sheele flye from thee, sheele flye from thee, But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee. For if thou follow her, sheele flye from thee, from thee, But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee. But if thou flye from her, sheele follow thee, sheele follow thee. sheele follow thee.

[XXXIII. Softly]

Softly, O softly, drop my eyes least you be dry

Softly, O softly, drop my eyes least you be dry, And make my hart with griefe to melt and dye, Now powre out teares apace, Now powre out teares apace, Now stay, O heauy case, O sowre sweet woe alas, woe alas, alas, O griefe, O ioy, why striue you so? Can griefes and ioyes, at once, in one poore hart consent? Then sigh and sing, reioyce, lament, lament, Aye me, Aye me, O passions strange and violent, Was neuer

poore wretch so sore tormented, Nor ioy, nor griefe, can make my hart contented, Was neuer poore wretch so sore tormented, Nor ioy, nor griefe can make my hart contented, For while with ioy I looke on hye, Downe, downe I fall with griefe and dye. downe I fall, Downe, downe I fall, For while vvith ioy I looke on hye, Downe, dovvne I fall. Downe, downe I fall, with griefe and dye.

[XXXIIII. Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary]

Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary

Long haue I made these hils and vallies weary, With noyse of these my shrikes & cryes that fill the aire, & cryes that fill the ayre, She onely who should make me mery heares not my prayer, That I alas, that I alas, alas, misfortunes sonne and heyre, that I alas, alas, misfortunes son & heyre, Hope in none other hope but in dispaire, O vnkind, O, vnkinde, and cruell, Then dye I will to ease thee, Yet if I dye, the world will thee controule, Loe here lyes one, (Alas poore soule) A true loues Martyr, A Martyr. A true loues Martyr.