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The first set of English madrigales

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

Bateson, Thomas

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Songs to 3. voices

[When Oriana Walkt to take the aier]

I.

[I. Beautie is a louely sweet]

II.

[II. Loue would discharge the dutie of his hart]

III.

[III. The Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth]

IIII.

[IIII. Aye mee, my mistris scorns my loue]

V.

[V. Come follow mee faire Nymphs]

VI.

[VI. Your shining eies & gowlden haire]

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Songs to 4. voices

VII.

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

VIII.

[VIII. Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe]

IX.

[IX. Downe from aboue falls Ioue in rayne]

X.

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

XI.

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

XII.

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

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Song to 5. voices

XIII.

[XIII. Those sweet delightful Lillies]

XIIII.

[XIIII. And must I needs depart then]

XV.

[XV. Sweet Gemma, when I first beheld]

XVI.

[XVI. Yet stay alway, bee chained to my heart]

XVII.

[XVII. Strange were the life, that eu'rie man would like]

XVIII.

[XVIII. Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?]

XIX.

[XIX. O flie not Loue, O flie not mee]

XX.

[XX. Who prostate lies at Womens feete]

XXI.

[XXI. Sister awake close not your eies]

XXII.

[XXII. Hark, heare you not a heauenly harmony]

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Songs to 6. voices

XXIII.

[XXIII. Deare if you wish, my dying]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Faire Hebe, when dame Flora meets]

XXVI.

[XXVI. Thirsis, Thirsis, on his faire Phillis brest reposing]

XXVII.

[XXVII. Merely my loue & I]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Mvsicke some think no Musick is]

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[XXVIII. Mvsicke some think no Musick is]

Mvsicke some think no Musick is

Mvsicke some think no Musick is, vnlesse shee sing of clip and kisse, of clip and kisse, And bring to wanton tunes, fie fie, to wanton tunes fie fie; Or tihha taha or ile crie: but let such rimes no more disgrace, Musicke sprung of heauenly race.