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The second set of Madrigals, and Pastorals, of 3. 4. 5. and 6. Parts

Apt for Violls and Voyces
Pilkington, Francis

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To my approoued Friend, Master Francis Pilkington, Batchelar of Musicke.
  
To Master Francis Pilkington, Batchelar of Musicke.
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Of 3. Voc.
 I. 
[I. Sou'raigne of my delight]
 II. 
[II. Yond hill tops Phœbus kist]
 III. 
[III. Wake sleepy Thirsis]
 IIII. 
[IIII. Stay heart, runne not so fast]
 V. 
[V. Yee bubling springs]
 VI. 
[VI. Your fond preferments are but Childrens toyes]
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Of 4. Voc.
 VII. 
[VII. Mænalcas in an euening walking was]
 VIII. 
[VIII. Coy Daphne fled from Phœbus hot pursuite]
 IX. 
[IX. Chast Daphne fled from Phœbus hot pursuite]
 X. 
[X. If she neglect me, I doe waile and cry]
 XI. 
[XI. Palæmon and his Sylivia forth must walke]
 XII. 
[XII. You gentle Nymphs that on these meadowes play]
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Of 5. Voc.
 XIII. 
[XIII. Chast Syrinx fled, feare hasting on her pace]
 XIIII. 
[XIIII. Come Shepheards weeds, attend my wofull cryes]
 XV. 
[XV. Crowned with flowers I saw faire Amarillis]
 XVI. 
XVI. An Elegie on the death of his Worshipfull friend, Master Thomas Purcell of Dunhill, Esquire, in Salop.
 XVII. 
[XVII. O Gratious God, pardon my great offence]
 XVIII. 
[XVIII. Goe you skipping Kids and Fawnes]
 XIX. 
[XIX. Care for thy soule as thing of greatest price]
 XX. 
[XX. Drowne not with teares, my deerest loue]
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Of 6. Voc.
 XXI. 
[XXI. Deare Shepheardesse, thou art more louely faire]
 XXII. 
[XXII. Cruell Pabrilla with thine angrie looke]
 XXIIII. 
[XXIIII. O softly singing Lute]
 XXV. 
[XXV. O Praise the Lord all ye Heathen]
 XXVI. 
[XXVI. Svrcease you youthfull shepheardesses all

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[VI. Your fond preferments are but Childrens toyes]

Your fond preferments are but Childrens toyes

Your fond preferments are but Childrens toyes, And as a shadow all your pleasures passe, As yeares increase, so waining are your ioyes, Your blisse is brittle, brittle, like a broken glasse, Death is the salue that ceaseth all anoy, Death is the port by which we saile to ioy, Death is the port by which we saile to ioy.

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