The first booke of Songs or Ayres of 4. parts vvith Tableture for the Lute or Orpherian, with the Violl de Gamba |
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XII.
[Looke Mistresse mine within this hollow brest]
Looke Mistresse mine within this hollow brest,
See heere in closd a tombe of tender skin,
Wherin fast lockt is framd a Phenix nest,
That saue your selfe, there is no passage in.
Witnesse the woūd that through your dart doth bleed,
And craues your cure, since you haue done the deed.
See heere in closd a tombe of tender skin,
Wherin fast lockt is framd a Phenix nest,
That saue your selfe, there is no passage in.
Witnesse the woūd that through your dart doth bleed,
And craues your cure, since you haue done the deed.
Wherefore most rare and Phenix rarely fine,
Behould once more the harmes I do possesse:
Regard the hart that through your fault doth pine,
Attending rest yet findeth no redresse.
For end, waue wings and set your nest on fire,
Or pittie mee, and grant my sweet desire.
Behould once more the harmes I do possesse:
Regard the hart that through your fault doth pine,
Attending rest yet findeth no redresse.
For end, waue wings and set your nest on fire,
Or pittie mee, and grant my sweet desire.
| The first booke of Songs or Ayres of 4. parts | |