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The first set of English madrigales

to 3. 4. 5. and 6. voices. Newly composed by Thomas Bateson
  

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Songs to 4. voices
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Songs to 4. voices

[VII. Whether so fast, see how the kindly flow'rs]

Whether so fast, see how the kindly flow'rs perfume the Aire

Whether so fast, see how the kindly flow'rs perfume the Aire: & all to make thee stay. The climbing woodbind clipping all these bowers, clips thee likewise: for feare thou passe away. Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainesay. Stay but a while, Phœbe no teltale is: Shee her Endimion, Ile my Phœbe kisse.



[VIII. Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe]

Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe

Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe, for Mars is gon toth' field: he cannot tend sweet loues embrace, in hād with spear & shield. Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe, for Mars is gon toth' field, he cannot tend sweet loues embrace, in hand with speare & shield, The roaring Canons thunder out, such terrours as not fit: a tender Impe of your regard, which dalling still doth sit.



[IX. Downe from aboue falls Ioue in rayne]

Downe from aboue falls Ioue in rayne

Downe from aboue falls Ioue in rayne, into faire Danaes lap amaine: shee starts, thereat, yet Lamb-like still: yet At last performeth all his will. With hie and low such golden guifts, will put their conscience to the shift.



[X. A dew, sweet loue, a dew]

A dew a dew, sweet loue, O thus to part

A dew a dew, sweet loue, O thus to part, kills my bleeding hart: Yet fates alas, will haue it so, Cruell their dome so to decree, at once to part two louers true. But since we needs must part: once againe, a dew sweet hart.



[XI. If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight]

If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight

If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight, with beauties beames my carelesse hart to wound: Or if a boy, how hath he then the might, The mighti'st conquerors to bring to ground. O no he is not blind, but I that leese my thoughts, the wayes that bring to restlesse feares: nor yet a boy, but I that liue in dread, mixed with hope, and seeke for ioy in teares.



[XII. Phillis farewell, I may no longer liue]

Phillis farewell, I may no longer liue

Phillis farewell, I may no longer liue: Yet if I dye, faire Phillis I forgiue: I liue to long, come gentle death and end: my endlesse torment or my griefe amend.

Heere endeth the songs of 4. parts.