Songs to 3. voices
[When Oriana Walkt to take the aier]
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This song should haue ben printed in the set of Orianæs.
When
Oriana walkt to take the aier, The world did striue to entertain so faire: By Flora faire & sweetest flowers were strone,
A long the way for her to tread vpon: The trees did blossom, siluer riuers ran, The wind did gently play
vpon her fan: And then for to delight her graces care, The woods a temple
seemd, the birds a quire. Then sang the sheperds & Nimphs of
Diana, Long liue faire
Oriana,
[I. Beautie is a louely sweet]
Beautie is a louely sweet
Beautie is a louely sweet, where pure white and crimson meet: Ioyn'd with fauour of the face, chiefest flour of femall race: But if vertue might be seene, it would more, delight the eine.
[II. Loue would discharge the dutie of his hart]
Loue would discharge the dutie of his hart
Loue would discharge the dutie of his hart, in beauties praise, whose greatnes doth denie, words to his thoughts,
& thoughts to his desert: which high conceipts since nothing can supply: Loue heere constraind through conquest to confesse: bids silence sigh, that tongue cannot expresse.
[III. The Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth]
The
Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth
The
Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth,
vnto her rested sēce, a perfect waking: while late bare earth, proud of new
clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes a thorne her song booke
making: & mournfully bewayling, her throat in tunes expresseth, what griefe her brest oppresseth.
[IIII. Aye mee, my mistris scorns my loue]
Aye mee, my mistris scorns my
loue
Aye mee, my mistris scorns my
loue, I fear she wil most cruell proue: I weep, I sigh, I greeue & groane, yet she regardeth not, my moane: then loue a diew, a diew, it fits not me, to weep for her that laughs at thee.
[V. Come follow mee faire Nymphs]
Come follow mee faire Nymphs, hie runne a pase
Come follow mee faire Nymphs, hie runne a pase, Diana hunting, honoreth this chase:
Softlie, for feare her game we rowse, lodgd in this groue of briers & bows. Hark how ye hūtsmen,
winds their horns, see how the deere, mounts ore the thorns: the
white, O ho, he pincht thee ther, oh Gowen ran
wel, but I loue kild ye deere.
[VI. Your shining eies & gowlden haire]
Your shining eies & gowlden haire
Your shining eies & gowlden haire, your Lillie rosed lips most
faire: your other beauties yt excel, men can not chuse, but like them well. But
when for them, they say theil dye, beleeue them not they do but lie.
Heere endeth the songs of 3. parts.
