Of 5. Voc.
[XIII. Come dolefull Owle]
Come dolefull Owle the messenger of woe
Come dolefull Owle the messenger of woe, melancholies bird, companion of
dispaire, sorrowes best friend and mirths professed foe,
the chiefe discourser that delightes, O come poore Owle,
and tell thy woes to me, which hauing heard Ile doe the like
for thee.
[XIIII. Sweet when thou singst]
Sweet when thou singst I leaue my carefull nest
Sweet when thou singst I leaue my carefull nest, thou giust me warning that my foes do
sleepe, the silent night befits our sorrowes best, the chattring day birdes
can no counsel keepe.
[XV. 2. Part. Thou telst thy sorrowes]
Thou telst thy sorrowes, in a soft sweet note
Thou telst thy sorrowes, in a soft sweet note, but I proclaim them, with the lowdest throat, but we poore fooles
when the faire morne doth come would fainest speake
but sorrow strikes vs dumbe.
[XVI. When to her Lute Corinna singes]
When to her Lute Corinna singes
When to her Lute Corinna singes, her voice reuiues
the leaden stringes And doth in highest notes appeare, as any chalengde Eccho cleere
but when she doth of mourning speake, Euen with her sighes the
stringes do breake.
[XVII. 2. Part. And as her lute doth liue or die]
And as her lute doth liue or die
And as her lute doth liue or die: led by her passions so
must I, for when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enioy
a sodaine spring, but if she do of sorrow speake Eu'n from my hart the strings do breake.
[XVIII. If I behold your eyes]
If I behold your eyes
If I behold your eyes loue is a paradise, but if I view my hart
tis an infernall smart.
Here endeth the songes of fiue partes.
