A booke of ayres VVith a Triplicitie of Mvsicke whereof the first Part is for the Lute or Orpharion and the Viole de Gambo, and 4. Partes to sing, The second part is for 2. Trebles to sing to the Lute and Viole, the third part is for the Lute and one Voyce, and the Viole de Gambo. Composed by Iohn Bartlet |
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The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.
To the right honorable his singular good Lord and Maister Sir Edvvard Seymoore.
Knight, Baron Beacham, Earle of Hartfoord, and Lieftenant
of his Maiesties Counties of Somerset and Wiltes.
I.
[O Lord thy faithfulnes and prayse I will with viole sing]
O Lord thy faithfulnes and prayse I will with viole sing
Thy laud and prayse O Israels holy King:
My mouth wil ioy with pleasant voyce when I shall sing to thee,
And eke my soule will much reioyce for thou hast made me free.
Thy laud and prayse O Israels holy King:
My mouth wil ioy with pleasant voyce when I shall sing to thee,
And eke my soule will much reioyce for thou hast made me free.
II.
[If euer haples womā had a cause]
[1]
If euer haples womā had a causeTo breath her plaintes into the open ayre,
And neuer suffer inward griefe to pause
Or seeke her sorrow shaken soules repayre
Then I for I haue lost my onelie brother
Whose like this age can scarsly yeeld an other.
2
Come therefore mournefull Muses and lament,Forsake all wanton pleasing motions,
Bedeu your cheekes, stil shal my teares be spent:
Yet stil increast with inundations.
For I must weepe, since I haue lost my brother.
Whose like, &c.
3
The cruell hand of murther cloyde with bloud,Lewdly depriude him of his mortall life:
Woe the death attended blades that stoode,
In opposition gainst him in the strife,
VVherein he fell, and where I lost a brother,
VVhose like &c.
4
Then vnto griefe let me a Temple make,And mourning dayly, enter sorrowes portes,
Knocke on my breast, sweete brother for thy sake,
Nature and loue will both be my consorts,
And helpe me aye to wayle my onely brother.
III.
[When frō my loue I lookte for loue and kind affections due]
When frō my loue I lookte for loue and kind affections due,
To wel I foūd her vowes to proue most faithles and vntrue
For when I did aske her why
Most sharpely she did reply
That shee with mee did neere agree
To loue but iestingly.
To wel I foūd her vowes to proue most faithles and vntrue
For when I did aske her why
Most sharpely she did reply
That shee with mee did neere agree
To loue but iestingly.
Marke but the subtle policies that female louers finde,
VVho loues to fixe their constācies, like fethers in the wind
Though they sweare, vow and protest,
That they loue you chiefly best,
Yet by and by theyle all denie,
And say twas but in iest.
VVho loues to fixe their constācies, like fethers in the wind
Though they sweare, vow and protest,
That they loue you chiefly best,
Yet by and by theyle all denie,
And say twas but in iest.
IIII
[Who doth behold my mistres face]
[1]
Who doth behold my mistres faceAnd seeth not good hap hath he
Who hears her speake & marks her grace
Shal think none euer spake but she
In short for to resound her praise
She is the fayrest the fayrest of her dayes.
2
VVho knowes her wit and not admires:shal show himselfe deuoide of skil,
Her vertues kindle strange desires,
In those that thinke vpon her stil.
In short &c.
3
Her red is like vnto the rose,VVhen from a bud vnto the sunne,
Her tender leaues she doth disclose,
The first degree of ripenes wonne,
In short, &c.
4
And with her red mixt is a white,Like to that same of faire moone shine,
That doth vpon the water light,
And makes the colour seeme deuine.
In short &c.
V.
[If there bee any one whome loue hath wounded]
[1]
If there bee any one whome loue hath wounded& of the hurt is neere his death.
If there bee any one in grief confounded
& stil with sighes doth fetch his breath.
Such is my case let him com sit with me & mourn
Whome griefe doth gripe and Cupid blind doth ouerturne.
2
If there be any one which hath beene racked,And ioynt from ioynt is al to torne,
If there be any one these pangs haue smacked,
And in his heart with loue doth burne,
Such is my case, come let him sit with me and mourne,
For I am rackte and scorcht with loue & left forlorne.
3
If there be any one in shippe oppressed,at pinch of wracke to drowned be:
If there be any one with waues betossed,
Or blinded that he cannot see,
Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourne,
Whom shipwracke spoiles & eyes put out, as louers scorn
4
If there be any one that fraude hath perplext,Or burst his heart at loues commaund,
If there be any one, whome al greefes haue vext,
Or in hels paines do dayly stand,
Such is my case, let him com sit with me and mourne,
That feeles hels paine and louers griefe with loues greate scorn.
VI.
[I heard of late that loue was falne a sleepe]
I heard of late that loue was falne a sleepe
To late alas I finde it was not so
Me thoght I saw the little villain weepe,
But theefe he laughs at thē that waile in woe,
I dreamt his bow was brok & he was slain
But loe awakte I see all whole againe.
To late alas I finde it was not so
Me thoght I saw the little villain weepe,
But theefe he laughs at thē that waile in woe,
I dreamt his bow was brok & he was slain
But loe awakte I see all whole againe.
His blinking eyes will euer be awake,
His idle head is ful of laughing toyes,
His bow and shafts are tickle thinges to take,
It is no medling with such apish boyes,
For they shal finde that in his fetters fall,
Loue is a deadly thing to deale withal.
His idle head is ful of laughing toyes,
His bow and shafts are tickle thinges to take,
It is no medling with such apish boyes,
For they shal finde that in his fetters fall,
Loue is a deadly thing to deale withal.
Yet where the wretch doth take a happy vaine,
It is the kindest worme that euer was,
But let him catch a coy conceite againe,
In frantike fits, he doth a fury passe,
So that in sum who hopes of happy ioy,
Take heede of loue, it is a perlous boy.
It is the kindest worme that euer was,
But let him catch a coy conceite againe,
In frantike fits, he doth a fury passe,
So that in sum who hopes of happy ioy,
Take heede of loue, it is a perlous boy.
VII
[Al my wits hath will inwrapped]
[1]
Al my wits hath will inwrapped,All my sence desire in trapped.
Al my faith to fancy fixed,
All my ioyes to loue a mixed.
All my loue I offer thee,
Once for all yet looke on me.
2
Let me see thy heauenly feature,Oh heauens what a heauenly Creature,
All the powers of heauen preserue thee,
Loue himselfe is sworne to serue thee,
Princesse in a Goddes place,
Blessed be that Angels face.
3
Looke how loue thy seruant dyeth,Harke how hope for comfort crieth,
Take some pitty on poore fancy,
Let not fancie proue a franzie;
Comfort this poore hart of mine,
Loue and I and all are thine.
VIII
[Goe wailing verse the issue of thy fire]
[1]
Goe wailing verse the issue of thy fireBegot on sighes which vent from my torne heart
Tel thou thy parēts neuer quenchd desire,
Tel of his griefes & of his endles smart
Tel of his passions and his sad laments
How stil he sues hard she yet neere relents.
2
Deepe sobs the silent Orators of loue,Sad sighes the muttering ecchoes of my pain,
Heart renting groanes the agent which would moue,
Compassion with that checke bedewed raine.
Raine which doth trickle from my watrie eyes,
Hoping at length sheele heare my doleful cries.
3
But Oh would that sweete faire had been the butteFor Cupid to haue aymde at with his shaftes,
Then had not these my pations boulted out,
Blasing my follies vnto wise mens hates.
4
But why wish I to Cupid so much good,When he hath broke his shafts and siluer bow,
And finds a flame inkindled in my bloud,
Which neither ise cā quēch nor mountain snow
And sure no maruaile if he conquere men,
when gods so faire a saint; haue neuer seene.
5
Her eyes like globes contain a thousand orbs,Her ruby lips her perled teeth in number,
with that sweet tongsuch harmony affordes,
As with applause makes all the world to {wonder}.
IX.
[A prety ducke, there was that said]
A prety ducke, there was that said,
To whome shall I make mone
I haue beene long a pretie maid
And yet I lie alone.
To whome shall I make mone
I haue beene long a pretie maid
And yet I lie alone.
Alone I lie in deepe dispaire,
Which kils my louely heart,
For none wil my sweete ioyes repaire,
Or play a louers part.
Which kils my louely heart,
For none wil my sweete ioyes repaire,
Or play a louers part.
A tickling part that maidens loue,
But I can neuer get,
Yet long haue sought, and stil do craue,
At rest my hart to set.
But I can neuer get,
Yet long haue sought, and stil do craue,
At rest my hart to set.
X.
[Of all the birds that I doe know]
[1]
Of all the birds that I doe knowPhilip my sparrow hath no peer
For sit she high or sit shee lowe,
Be she far off or bee she neere
There is no birde so fayre so fine
Nor yet so fresh as this of mine,
For when she once hath felt a fitte,
Philip will crie still yet yet yet yet.
2
Come in a morning merily,When Philip hath beene latelie fed,
Or in an Euening soberlie,
VVhen Philip list to go to bed,
It is a heauen to heare my Phippe,
How she can chirpe with merry iippe,
For when
3
She neuer wanders far abroad,But is at home when I do call,
If I commaund she laies on loade,
VVith lips, with teeth, with tong and all,
She chaunts, she cherpes, she makes such cheare,
That I beleeue she hath no peere.
4
And yet besides all this good sport,My Philip can both sing and daunce,
with new found toyes of sundrie sort,
My Philip can both pricke and praunce.
And if you say but fend cut phippe,
Lord how the peate wil turne and skippe,
For when
4
And to tel truth he were to blame,Hauing so fine a bird as she,
To make him all this goodly game,
VVithout suspect or ielousie,
He were a churle, and knew no good,
Would
XI.
[The Queene of Paphos Ericine]
[1]
The Queene of Paphos EricineIn hart did rose checkte Adone loue
He mortal was he but she deuine,
And oft with kisses did him moue
With great giftes stil she did him woo,
But he would neuer yeeld thereto
2
Then since the Queene of loue by loue,To loue was once a subiect made,
And could thereof no pleasure proue,
By day by night, by light or shade,
VVhy being mortall should I grieue,
Since she her selfe could not relieue.
3
She was a Goddesse heauenly,And loude a faire facde earthly boy,
Who did contemne her deity,
And would not grant her hope of ioy.
For loue doth gouerne by a fate,
That heare plants will, and their leaues hate.
4
But I a haples mortall wight,To an immortall beautie sue,
No maruaile then she loaths my sight,
Since Adone Venus would not woo,
Hence groning sighes, mirth be my friend
Before my life, my loue shall end.
XII.
[I would thou wert not fayre or I were wise]
[1]
I would thou wert not fayre or I were wise,I wold thou hadst no face or I no eyes
I would thou wert not wise or I not fond
Or thou not free or I not so in bond.
2
But thou art fayre and I cannot be wise.Thy sun-like face hath blinded both mine eyes,
Thou canst not but be wise, nor I but fond,
Not thou but free, nor I but still in band.
3
Yet am I wise to thinke that thou art faire,Mine eyes their purenes in thy face repaire,
Nor am I fond that do thy wisedome see,
Nor yet in bōd because that thou art free.
4
Then in thy beauty onely make me wise,And in thy face, the grace, guide both mine eyes,
And in thy wisedom onely see me fond,
And in thy freedome keepe me still in bond,
5
So shalt thou still be faire, and I be wise,Thy face shines still vpon my clered eyes,
Thy wisedome onely see how I am fond,
Thy fredome onely keepe me still in bond.
6
So would I thou were faire, and I were wise,So would I thou hadst thy face, and I mine eyes,
So would I thou wert wise, and I were fond,
And thou wert free and I were still in bond.
XIII.
[Vnto a flie transformd frō humain kind]
[1]
Vnto a flie transformd frō humain kindMe thought I ranged on a sunshine day,
When for to ease my sadde afflicted mind
Vpon my mistres robe I gan to play
At length I mounted vppe at her dainetie breast
Froō whēce I soght my solace and my rest.
2
Yet not content with these aspiring toyesChanging my seate into her curled heyre,
By seeking to encrease my new found ioyes,
I turnde my sweete applause to sudden feares,
For chauncing on her eyes of flame and fire,
I burnt my winges whereby I did aspire.
2
Thus falling to the ground in my decay,With mourneful bussings crauing her reliefe,
Me thought she moude with ruth my heauy lay,
And crusht me with her foot to end my griefe,
And said lo where the silly wretch doth lie,
Whose end was such because he flue so hie.
XIIII
[What thing is loue, I pray thee tel]
What thing is loue, I pray thee tel
It is a prickle it is a sting
It is a pretty prety thing
It is a fire it is a coale
Whose flame creeps in at euery hole,
And as my wits can best deuise,
Loues darling lies in Ladies eyes.
It is a prickle it is a sting
It is a pretty prety thing
It is a fire it is a coale
Whose flame creeps in at euery hole,
And as my wits can best deuise,
Loues darling lies in Ladies eyes.
[XV. Fortune loue & time]
Fortune loue & time hath made me happyFortune loue & time hath made me happy happy I was by Fortune loue & time my hap at hiest my happe at highest the gods begā to vary began to vary and threw me down & down & threw me down that causde me first to clime they proude their wings and tooke their flight in rage fortune to fooles to fooles loue to youth time to age time to age.
XVI
[Poets to loue such power ascribes]
[1]
Poets to loue such power ascribesAs no power else power els can circūscribe
True loue by true desire refinde
Can neuer be by bowns cō finde by.
2
It first did kindle in mine eye,And thence stole inward presently,
Possest my breast, my heart and soule,
And doth my better parts controll.
3
The more I seeke it to expell,The more it doth my thoughts compell:
Since then it hath such power within,
To let it burne still were a sinne.
[XVII Whether runeth my sweethart]
Whether runeth my sweethartWhether runeth my sweethart, stay, stay, stay, stay, and take mee with thee, merily, Ile play my part, stay, stay, and thou shalt see mee, O O haue I ketcht haue I ketcht thee, hay ding a ding a ding this ketching is a prety thing,
[XVIII. Tarrie tarry are you gone againe]
Tarrie tarry are you gone againe what no longer likingTarrie tarry are you gone againe what no longer liking, I wil ketch thee once againe stay while I am rising, do you tarry then prety little one prety one prety one I thought I shold please thee ere we did part, ere we did part.
[XIX. Svr chargd with discontent to Siluanes boure]
Svr chargd with discontent to Siluanes boureSvr chargd with discontent to Siluanes boure I went to ease my heuy grief oppressed hart, and trie what comfort winged creatures coulde yeelde vnto my inwarde troubled smarte by modulating their delightfull mesurs mesurs delightful to my eares pleasing euer of straines so sweet sweete birdes depriue vs neuer.
[XX. The thrush did pipe ful cleare]
The thrush did pipe ful cleareThe thrush did pipe ful cleare and eke with very mery chere the Lenit lifted vppe her pleasant voice the Goldfinch chirpid chirpid & the Pie did chatter the blackbird whistled whistled and bedde meere ioyce the stock doue
The Iay did blow his how boy gallantly gal the wren did treble many a prety prety prety note the woodpecker did hāmer hāmer melōwdie. the kite tiw whiw whiw ful of cride soring vp aloft
[XXI. Then Hesperus on high]
Then Hesperus on high brought cloudy night in skieThen Hesperus on high brought cloudy night in skie, whē loe thicket keeping cōpany of fethered singers left their madrigal sonets and elegies, and presently shut them within their mossie seuerals, and I came home and vowde to loue them euer, of straines so sweet sweet birdes depriue vs neuer.
FINIS.
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