Songs of 6. Voices
[XXV. Cupid in a bed of Roses]
Cupid
in a bed of Roses, sleeping, Sleeping
Cupid
in a bed of Roses, sleeping, Sleeping, chanced to be stung, of a
Bee that lay among the flowers, the flowers, Where he himselfe reposes,
And thus to his mother weeping told, weeping told,
That he this wound did take, Of a little winged snake. As he lay securely
sleeping. as he lay securely sleeping. And thus to his mother weeping told, That he this wound did take,
of a little winged snake, As he lay securely sleeping.
[XXVI. Cytherea smiling, said]
Cytherea
smiling said, smiling said, smiling, said
Cytherea
smiling said, smiling said, smiling, said, That if so
great sorrow spring, From a silly Bees weake sting,
A silly Bees weake sting, as should make thee thus dismaide,
What anguish feele they think'st thou, and what paine, Whom thy empoys'ned arrowes cause complaine?
[XXVII. Her haire, the net of goulden wire]
Her haire, the net of goulden wire
Her haire, the net of goulden wire, Wherin my heart, Led by my wandring eye,
So fast entangled is, entangled is, That in no wise it can or will againe
retire, againe, againe, retire. But rather will in that sweet bondage die, Then breake one haire to
gaine her liberty. But rather will in that sweet bondage dye, Then breake one
haire, to gaine her liberty.
[XXVIII. Fond loue is blind]
Fond loue is blind, Blinde therefore louers be
Fond loue is blind, Blinde therefore louers be,
blinde therefore louers be, But I more blinde, I more blinde, Who neare my loue did see,
Pigmal'on lou'd an Image, I a name, I a name, I
laught at him, But now deserue like blame, Thus
foolishly I leap before I looke, I looke Seeing no baite I swallow'd haue the
hooke. the hooke. Thus foolishly I leape before I
looke, I looke, Seeing no baite, I swallow'd haue the hooke. the hooke. I swallow'd haue the hooke.
[XXIX. Ah Cupid, grant that I may neuer see]
Ah
Cupid, grant that I may neuer see
Ah
Cupid, grant that I may neuer see, may neuer
see Her through mine eare, that thus hath wounded me, If through mine eyes another wound she
giue, Cupid alas, Cupid alas, then I no longer liue, no longer liue, But
dye poore wretch, Shot through and through the liuer, With those sharpe arrowes,
She stole from thy quiuer. But dye poore wretch, Shot through and through the liuer, With those sharpe arrowes,
She stole from thy quiuer.
[XXX. She with a cruell frowne]
She with a cruell frowne
She with a cruell frowne, opprest my trembling heart with deadly swone. Yet pitt'ing
my paine, Restor'd with a kisse, with a kisse, my life againe,
Restor'd with a kisse, with a kisse, with a kisse, Restor'd with a kisse my life,
againe, Thus let me daily be of life depriued, of life depriued, So
I be daily thus againe reuiued. So Thus let me daily be of life depriued,
So I be daily thus againe reuiued.
