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Of 3. voc.

I. O Come againe my loue

O come againe my loue, come again my louely Iewell

O come againe my loue, come again my louely Iewell, O come again my loue, O my loue, come againe, my louely Iewell, that wee may kindly kisse and play, kisse kisse and play, and sweetly sweetly passe the tyme away. O goe not sweet, you are to cruell, what now yee run away, disdaining, and leaue mee heare complaining and (alone).

II. In the merry month of May

In the merry merry merry month of May

In the merry merry merry month of May, in a morne by breake of day, foorth I walked by the wood side, foorth I walked, by the wood side, the wood side, wheras May was in her pride, ther I spy'd, Philliday, and Coridon, much a doe ther was god wot, he wold loue and she would not, she sayd neuer man was true, he said non was false to you: he said he said he had lou'd her long, she said loue shold haue no wrong.

III. Second part Coridon would kisse her then

Coridon would kisse her then

Coridon would kisse her then, she sayd mayds must kisse no men, till they did, for good, and all: Then she made the shepherd call, all the heauens, to witnesse truth neuer lou'd a truer youth, Thus with many a pretie oath, yea and nay, and faith & trouth, such as seely shepherds vse, when they will not loue abuse Loue which had bene long deluded, was with kisses, sweet concluded, And Philliday, with garlands gay, was made the lady, of the May.

IIII. Young Cupid a bloody war hath proclaim'd

Young Cupid: A bloody war

Young Cupid: A bloody war, young Cupid hath proclaim'd a bloody war, And vowes reuenge on all the Maiden crue, O yeeld, faire Cloris, least in that iar, thine after penance make thee rue, thy folly rue, And yet I feare her wondrous beauti's such, A thousand thousand Cupids dare not Cloris tutch, and yet I feare her wondrous beauti's such, A thousand thousand Cupids dare not Cloris tutch, they dare not Cloris tutch, they dare not Cloris tutch.

V. To bed, to bed she cals and neuer ceaseth

To bed, to bed she cals and neuer ceaseth

To bed, to bed she cals and neuer ceaseth, Which words doe pierce and grieue my hartfull sore, to bed, to bed I say, I say, my paine encreaseth, Yet ile to bed, and trouble you no more, Goodnight sweet hart, goodnight my deere, to bed I must be gone, and being there, ile muse on thee alone good night sweet hart, goodnight my deere, to bed I must bee gone, and being there, being there, and being there, and being there, Ile muse on thee alone.

VI. Oh doe not run away from mee my Iewell

Oh doe not run away from mee my Iewell, my sweet Iewel

Oh doe not run away from mee my Iewell, my sweet Iewel, thou hast cast me downe to the ground tarry till I rise, Oh thou vnkind and cruell, wilt thou away, then well I may, repent the day I loued, since so sodenly, I feele, all thy loue from mee, all thy loue from me remoued. Wilt thou away, then well I may, repent the day I loued, I loued, since so sodenly, I feele all thy loue from mee, all all thy loue from mee remoued.

VII. In an euening as I was walking

In an euening as I was walking

In an euening as I was walking, In an euening walking, faire Phillida I saw, I saw, faire Phillida I saw, Where shee was talking, with her loue Coridon, who stood (now) all sadly, and euer hee sigh'd, but look'd badly.

VIII. Alas, must I runne away

Alas, must I runne away from her that loues mee

Alas, must I runne away from her that loues mee, that loues mee, and running curse the causers of my flight, it now behoues me, yet wisedome saith, it now beehoues me, to depart from my hart, and yeeld, from my hart and yeelde, and yeelde vnto their spight to depart, from my hart, and yeeld, and yeeld to their spight.

Of 4. voc.

IX. O stay faire cruell

O stay faire cruell, doe not still torment mee

O stay faire cruell, doe not still torment mee, with frownes, disgraces, and disdainfull deeds, when euery eye with pittie, doth lament mee, that viewes my face, and my misfortune reades, and my misfortune reades. Oh be not, be not so, not so hard harted stil, your glori's greater for to spare then spill. Oh bee not, bee not so, not so hard harted still, your glori's greater for to spare then spill.

X. My hope a counsell with my loue

My hope a counsell with my loue, hath long desired to bee

My hope a counsell with my loue, hath long desired to bee, and maruells much so deere a friend, is not retaynd by mee: She doth condemne my hast, in passing the estate of my whole lyfe, into their hands, who nought paies for't but hate, but hate, and not suffic'd with this, she sayes, I did release the right, of my enioyed liberties, vnto your beaut'ous sight, and not suffic'd with this, she sayes. I dyd release the right of my enioyed liberties, vnto your beaut'ous sight.

XI. Pittie deere loue my pittie mouing words

Pittie deere loue my pittie mouing word

Pittie deere loue my pittie mouing words, Pittie deere loue my pittie mouing words, my mouing words, fetcht from the depth, the depth of griefe and sad lament: of of griefe and sad lament, whose thoughts before they speak, no hope affords, sauing that thus you know my discontent.

XII. Mopsie leaue of to loue

Mopsie leaue of to loue, thy hopes are vaine

Mopsie leaue of to loue, thy hopes are vaine, thy hopes are vaine, are vaine, I haue an nother that doth much excell thee, whose meanest graces thy perfections staine: Yet loue himselfe, to loue cannot compell mee, cannot compell mee, compell mee, Yet she is modest, vertu's, wise, & chast, of all which parts, no little little part thou hast. Yet she is modest, vertu's, wise, and chast, of all which parts, no little little part thou hast.

XIII. Sweet Loue I erre

Sweet Loue I erre, and doe my error know

Sweet Loue I erre, and doe my error know, As hee that burnes, that burnes, and nourisheth the fire, My griefe doth waxe, and reason lesse doth grow, Yet want I power, to bridle my desire. Content is dead, my ioyes are all distressed, Aye, thus it is, To be with loue oppressed. Content is dead, my ioyes are all distressed. Aye thus it is, To bee with loue oppressed.

XIIII. In vaine my tongue thou begst to ease my care

In vaine my tongue thou begst to ease my care, my care,

In vaine mine eies you gase, or looke for aide, for aide, in vaine mine eares you listen after ayre, In vaine my thoughts, you think what hath beene said, In vaine my faith serues where 'tis not regarded, In vaine my hope when truth is not rewarded. In vaine my faith serues where 'tis not regarded, In vaine my hope, when truth is not rewarded.

XV. When on my deare I doe demaund the due

When on my deare I doe demaund the due

When on my deare I doe demaund the due, that to affection, and firme faith belongeth, A friend to mee she saith shee will bee true, a friend to mee, shee saith shee will bee true, a friend to mee bee true: and with this answere still my ioyes prolongeth, prolongeth, but deare tell mee, But deere tell mee what friendship is in this, Thus for to wrong mee and delay my blisse. But deere tell mee, what friendship is in this, Thus for to wrong mee, and delay my blisse.

XVI. Ioye of my life

Ioye of my life that hath my loue in hould

Ioye of my life that hath my loue in hould, Ioy of my life, that hath my loue in hould, Vouchsafe to read these lines my hart doth send, and hauing read, some pittie, some pittie deere vnfould, To these sad abstracts, drawing to their end: drawing to their end: Let those sweet eies that stellafie, the light, Show equall power and dayefie my night. Let those sweet eies that stellafie the light, Show equall power, and dayefie my night.

Of 5. voc.

XVII. All yee that ioy in wayling

All yee that ioy in wayling

All yee that ioy in wayling, come seate your selues arow, come arow, come arow and weepe, and weepe beesids mee, that while my lyfe is fayling, the world may see, in loue what ill betide mee, and after death, doe this in my behoue, tell Cressed, Troyelus, Troyelus, is dead for loue.

XVIII. My prime of youth

My prime of youth, of youth, is but a frost of cares

My prime of youth, of youth, is but a frost of cares, my feast of ioy, is but a dish of paine, my crop of corne, is but a feeld of tares, and all my good, is but vaine hope of gaine: the day is fled, and yet I saw no sunne, and now I liue, and now my lyfe is done.

XIX. The The spring is past

The spring is past and yet it hath not sprung

The spring is past and yet it hath not sprung, the fruit is dead, and yet the leaues be greene, My youth is gone, and yet I am but young, I saw the world, and yet I was not seene, and yet I was not seene, My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun, and now I liue, and now my life is done.

XX. Fayer is my loue

Fayer is my loue, my loue, my deere & onely Iewell

Fayer is my loue, my loue, my deere & onely Iewell, my loue, my deere and onely Iewell, Mylde are her lookes, but yet her hart is cruell, O that her hart, were as her lookes are mylde, then should I not from comfort be exilde. O that her hart, were as her lookes are mylde, then should I not from comfort be exild.

XXI. Slie theefe, if so you will beleeue

Slie theefe, if so you will beleeue

Slie theefe, if so you will beleeue, It nought or little did mee grieue, That my true hart you had bereft, Till that vnkindely, you it left, Leauing you lose, losing you kill, that which I may forgoe so ill. Leauing you lose, losing you kill, That which I may forgoe so ill.

XXII. What thing more cruell can you doe

What thing more cruell can you doe

What thing more cruell can you doe, Then rob a man and kill him to, Wherefore of loue I aske this meede, To bring you where you did this deede, That there you may for your amisses, Bee dammag'd in, bee dammag'd in a thousand kisses. bee dammag'd in, bee dammag'd in a thousand kisses, That there you may for your amisses, bee dammag'd in, bee dammag'd in a thousand kisses, bee dammag'd in, bee dammag'd in a thousand kisses.

XXIII. Yee restles cares

Yee restles cares, companions of the night

Yee restles cares, companions of the night, the night, yee restles cares, companions of the night, That wrap my ioyes, my ioyes in foulds of endlesse woes, the wrap my ioyes, in foulds of endlesse woes; Tire on my hart and wound it with your spight, with your spight, Since loue and fortune, since loue and fortune, loue and fortune, loue loue and fortune proues my equall foes, Farewell my hopes, Farewell my happie daies, Welcome sweet griefe, sweet griefe, welcome sweet griefe, the subiect of my layes. Farewell my hopes, Farewell my happie daies, Welcome sweet griefe, sweet griefe, Welcome sweet griefe the subiect of my laies.

XXIIII. You mourne: And Goddesses desend

You mourne: And Goddesses desend, and ayde my soule with sadnesse

You mourne: And Goddesses desend, and ayde my soule with sadnesse, and aide my soule with sadnesse, and my sprite, Sadnesse is fittest now, sadnesse is fittest now for mee t'intend, Let heauinesse and griefe, bee my delight. And pensiue sorrow alwaies in my sight: and pensiue sorrow in my sight, I pray thee stand and help mee sing lamenting, The powers deuine, to it are all assenting.