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The second set of madrigales

to 3. 4. 5. and 6. Parts: Apt for Viols and Voyces. Newly composed by Thomas Bateson

Bateson, Thomas

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Songs of 3. Voyces

I.

[I. Love is the fire that burnes me]

II.

[II. My Mistrisse after seruice due]

III.

[III. One woman scarce of twenty]

IIII.

[IIII. If I seeke to inioy]

V.

VI.

[VI. Sweet those Trammels of your haire]

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Songs of 4. Voyces

VII.

[VII. Liue not poore bloome]

VIII.

[VIII. The Nightingale in silent night]

IX.

[IX. Oh, what is she]

X.

[X. See forth her eyes]

XI.

[XI. When to the gloomie woods]

XII.

[XII. I floods of teares could clense my follies past]

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Songs of 5. Voyces

XIII.

[XIII. Haue I found her]

XIIII.

[XIIII. Downe the hills Corina trips]

XV.

[XV. Camella faire tript or'e the plaine]

XVI.

[XVI. Sadnesse sit downe]

XVII.

[XVII. Life of my life]

XVIII.

[XVIII. I heard a noise]

XIX.

[XIX. With bitter sighs I heard Amintas playning]

XX.

[XX. Why doe I dying liue]

XXI.

[XXI. In depth of griefe]

XXII.

[XXII. All the day I wast in weeping]

XXIII.

[XXIII. Why doest thou flye]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Come sorrow, helpe me to lament]

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Songs of 6. Voices

XXV.

[XXV. Cupid in a bed of Roses]

XXVI.

[XXVI. Cytherea smiling, said]

XXVII.

[XXVII. Her haire, the net of goulden wire]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Fond loue is blind]

XXIX.

[XXIX. Ah Cupid, grant that I may neuer see]

XXX.

[XXX. She with a cruell frowne]

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[XVI. Sadnesse sit downe]

Sadnesse sit downe, on my soule feed

Sadnesse sit downe, on my soule feed, Teare vp thoughts, tombe, a numbed heart, make wounds to speake, and scarres to bleede, On withered strings tune springing smart, on withered strings tune springing smart, And leaue this farwell for posteritie, Life is a death where sorrow cannot dye. And leaue this farwell, this farwell for posteritie, Life is a death where sorrow cannot dye.