Of 3. Voc.
[I. Sou'raigne of my delight]
Sou'raigne of my delight
Sou'raigne of my delight, of my delight, heare my
complaining Flie to her, flie to
her, my sad thoughts containing, Beauty by pleasure onely
crowned, onely crowned, Now in her selfe lies drowned,
by her vnkinde disdaining,
by her vnkinde, vnkinde, vnkinde, vnkinde disdaining, now in her
selfe lies drowned, now now in her selfe, now in her selfe lies
drowned, by her vnkinde disdaining, her vnkinde, vnkinde, vnkinde, vnkinde disdaining.
[II. Yond hill tops Phœbus kist]
Yond hill tops Phœbus kist
Yond hill tops Phœbus kist, at his last nights farewell,
This morne the same he blist, in homage to her cell,
in homage to her cell, The Nymphs and wood-gods cry'd, Lord Phœbus goe your way,
We her, she vs, will haue, she vs will haue,
you are too hot to play, you are too hot to play, you are too hot to play.
[III. Wake sleepy Thirsis]
Wake sleepy Thirsis wake
Wake sleepy Thirsis wake, for loue & Venus sake, Come
let vs mount the hills, which Zephirus with coole breath, coole breath fills, Or
let vs tread new Allyes, in yonder shadie vallies,
Rise, rise, rise, rise, lighten thy heauy eies,
See how the streames doe glide,
And the greene Meads deuide, and the greene Meads, and the
greene Meads deuide, But streame nor fire shall part, this and this,
ioyned heart, But streame nor fire shall
part, this and this, ioyned heart.
[IIII. Stay heart, runne not so fast]
Stay, stay, stay heart, runne not so fast
Stay, stay, stay heart, runne not so fast, from him that
loues thee, To her that deadly hates thee, that deadly hates thee, Her sharpe disdain,
reproues thee, And worse then ill still rates thee, and worse then ill, and
worse then ill still rates thee, Then let her goe and spare not,
Hold thou thy selfe contented, and I care not, My loue is gone, and
with her goe my sorrow, O vile wretch, thou louedst once,
and why now doest thou varry? Then straight away I
hast me, And after thee will run, while life shall
last me, Ah death his force now tryeth, Flora farewell, farewell,
For loe thy Shepheard dyeth
[V. Yee bubling springs]
Yee bubling springs that gentle musicke makes
Yee bubling springs that gentle musicke makes, To louers plaints, with
heart-sore throbs, immixt, When as my deare this way her
pleasure takes, Tell her with teares How
firme my loue is fixt, And Philomell
report, report, my timerous feares, Sound, sound my highoes, highoes,
in her eares, her eares, But if she aske if I for loue will dye, if I for loue, if I for loue will dye, will dye, Tell her good faith not I.
[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.
Here endeth the Songs of three Parts:
