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.
