Mvsicke Of Svndrie kindes Set forth in two Bookes. The First Whereof Are, Aries for 4. Voices to the Lute, Orphorion, or Basse-Viol, with a Dialogue for two Voices, and two Basse Viols in parts, tunde the Lute way. The Second Are Pauens, Galiards, Almaines, Toies, Iigges, Thumpes and such like, for two Basse-Viols, the Lieraway, so made as the greatest number may serue to play alone, very easie to be performde. Composed by Thomas Ford |
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The First Booke
[I. Not full twelue yeeres]
Not full twelue yeeres twice toldeNot full twelue yeeres twice tolde A wearie breath I haue exchangde for A wished death, my course was short the longer is my rest, God takes them soonest whom he loueth best for he thats borne to day and dies to morrow loseth some dayes of mirth but months of sorrow.
Why feare we deth that cures our sicknesse Author of rest and ende of all distresses.
O there misfortunes often come to grieue vs deth strikes but once and that stroke doth relieue vs.
II.
[What then is loue sings Coridon]
What then is loue sings Coridon
Since Phillida is growne so coy.
A flattring glasse to gaze vppon
A busieiest A serious toy.
A flowre stil budding neuer blown
A scantie dearth in fullest store
Yeelding least fruite where most is sowne
My dalie note shal be therefore
Heigh ho heigh ho chill loue no more
Heigh ho, heigh ho, chil loue no more.
Since Phillida is growne so coy.
A flattring glasse to gaze vppon
A busieiest A serious toy.
A flowre stil budding neuer blown
A scantie dearth in fullest store
Yeelding least fruite where most is sowne
My dalie note shal be therefore
Heigh ho heigh ho chill loue no more
Heigh ho, heigh ho, chil loue no more.
Tis like a morning dewie rose
Spread fairely to the suns arise,
But when his beames he doth disclose,
That which then flourisht quickly dies,
It is a selfe fed dying hope
A promisde blisse, a saluelesse sore,
An aimelesse marke, an erring scope,
My dailie note shall be therefore,
Heigh ho, &c,
Spread fairely to the suns arise,
But when his beames he doth disclose,
That which then flourisht quickly dies,
It is a selfe fed dying hope
A promisde blisse, a saluelesse sore,
An aimelesse marke, an erring scope,
My dailie note shall be therefore,
Heigh ho, &c,
Tis like a Lampe shining to all,
Whilst in it selfe it doth decay,
It seemes to free, whome it doth thrall,
And leades our pathles thoughts astray,
It is the spring of wintred harts,
Parcht by the summers heate before,
Faint hope to kindly warmth conuerts,
My daily note shall be therefore
Heigh ho.
Whilst in it selfe it doth decay,
It seemes to free, whome it doth thrall,
And leades our pathles thoughts astray,
It is the spring of wintred harts,
Parcht by the summers heate before,
Faint hope to kindly warmth conuerts,
My daily note shall be therefore
Heigh ho.
III.
[Vnto the temple of thy beauty]
Vnto the temple of thy beauty
& to the tombe where pittie lies
I pilgrime clad with zeale & deuty
Do offer vppe my hart mine eyes,
My hart loe in the quenchlesse fire
On loues burning alter lies
Conducted thither by desire
To be beauties sacrifice.
& to the tombe where pittie lies
I pilgrime clad with zeale & deuty
Do offer vppe my hart mine eyes,
My hart loe in the quenchlesse fire
On loues burning alter lies
Conducted thither by desire
To be beauties sacrifice.
But pitty on thy sable herse,
mine eyes the teares of sorrow shed
What though teares cannot fate reuerse,
Yet are they duties to the dead,
O mistresse in thy sanctuarie,
why wouldst thou suffer cold disdaine,
To vse his frozen crueltie,
and gentle pitty to be slaine.
mine eyes the teares of sorrow shed
What though teares cannot fate reuerse,
Yet are they duties to the dead,
O mistresse in thy sanctuarie,
why wouldst thou suffer cold disdaine,
To vse his frozen crueltie,
and gentle pitty to be slaine.
Pittie that to thy beautie fled,
and with thy beautie should haue liu'de,
Ah in thy hart lies buried,
and neuer more may be reuiu'de,
Yet this last fauour deare extend,
to accept these vowes, these teares I shed
Duties which I thy pilgrime send,
to beauty liuing pitty dead.
and with thy beautie should haue liu'de,
Ah in thy hart lies buried,
and neuer more may be reuiu'de,
Yet this last fauour deare extend,
to accept these vowes, these teares I shed
Duties which I thy pilgrime send,
to beauty liuing pitty dead.
IIII.
[Now I see thy lookes were fained]
Now I see thy lookes were fained
Quickly lost and quickly gained
Soft thy skin like wooll of wethers
Hart vnconstant light as feathers,
Tongue vntrusty subtle sighted
Wanton will with change delighted
Syren pleasant foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Quickly lost and quickly gained
Soft thy skin like wooll of wethers
Hart vnconstant light as feathers,
Tongue vntrusty subtle sighted
Wanton will with change delighted
Syren pleasant foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
Of thine eye I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came my error,
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighes I deemed pitty,
Thy false teares that me agreeued,
First of all my trust deceaued,
Syren,
From thy beauty came my error,
All thy words I counted witty,
All thy sighes I deemed pitty,
Thy false teares that me agreeued,
First of all my trust deceaued,
Syren,
Fain'de acceptance when I asked,
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholy,
Wrotched man my trust was folly,
Lilly white, and prety winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorrie thinking,
Syren.
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholy,
Wrotched man my trust was folly,
Lilly white, and prety winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorrie thinking,
Syren.
Now I see O seemely cruell,
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in loue is no assurance,
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
Syren.
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance
Since in loue is no assurance,
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beauty is a fading treasure.
Syren.
Prime youth lasts not age will follow,
And make white those tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the dame despitefull,
And when time shall date thy glorie
Then to late thou wilt be sorry,
Syren.
And make white those tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the dame despitefull,
And when time shall date thy glorie
Then to late thou wilt be sorry,
Syren.
V.
[Goe passions to the cruell faire]
Goe passions to the cruell faire
Pleade my sorrowes neuer ceasing,
Tell her those smiles, are emptie ayre
Growing hopes but not encreasing
Hasting wasting with swift pace
Date of ioy in dull disgrace.
Pleade my sorrowes neuer ceasing,
Tell her those smiles, are emptie ayre
Growing hopes but not encreasing
Hasting wasting with swift pace
Date of ioy in dull disgrace.
Vrge her (but gently I request)
With breach of faith and wracke of vowes,
Say that my griefe, and minds vnrest,
Liues in the shadow of her browes,
plying, flying, there to die,
In sad woe and miserie.
With breach of faith and wracke of vowes,
Say that my griefe, and minds vnrest,
Liues in the shadow of her browes,
plying, flying, there to die,
In sad woe and miserie.
Importune pittie at the last
(pittie in those eyes should houer,)
Recount my sighes and torments past,
As Annals of a constant louer
Spending, ending many dayes,
Of blasted hopes and slacke delayes.
(pittie in those eyes should houer,)
Recount my sighes and torments past,
As Annals of a constant louer
Spending, ending many dayes,
Of blasted hopes and slacke delayes.
VI.
[Come Phillis come into these bowers]
Come Phillis come into these bowers,
Here shelter is from sharpest showers,
Coole gales of windbreaths in these shades
Daunger none this place enuades
Here sit and note the chirping birdes,
Pleading my loue in silent wordes.
Here shelter is from sharpest showers,
Coole gales of windbreaths in these shades
Daunger none this place enuades
Here sit and note the chirping birdes,
Pleading my loue in silent wordes.
Come Phillis, come bright heauens eye,
Cannot vpon thy beautie prie,
Glad Eccho in distinguisht voyce,
Naming thee will here reioyce,
Then come and heare her merry layes
Crowning thy name with lasting prayse.
Cannot vpon thy beautie prie,
Glad Eccho in distinguisht voyce,
Naming thee will here reioyce,
Then come and heare her merry layes
Crowning thy name with lasting prayse.
VII.
[Faire, sweet cruell, why doest thou flie mee]
Faire, sweet cruell, why doest thou flie mee,
Go not goe not, oh goe not from thy deerest,
Though thou doest hasten I am nie thee
When thou see'mst farre then am I neerest,
Tarrie then Oh tarrie, then and take me with you.
Go not goe not, oh goe not from thy deerest,
Though thou doest hasten I am nie thee
When thou see'mst farre then am I neerest,
Tarrie then Oh tarrie, then and take me with you.
Fie, fie, sweetest here is no danger,
Flie not, flie not, oh flie not loue pursues thee,
I am no foe, nor forraine stranger,
Thy scornes with fresher hope renewes me,
Tarrie then, &c.
Flie not, flie not, oh flie not loue pursues thee,
I am no foe, nor forraine stranger,
Thy scornes with fresher hope renewes me,
Tarrie then, &c.
VIII.
[Since first I saw your face I resolude to honour & renowne yee]
Since first I saw your face I resolude to honour & renowne yee,
If now I be disdayned I wishe my hart had neuer knowne yee,
What I that lou'de and you that likte shal wee beginne to wrangle
No, No, no, my hart is fast and cannot disentangle.
If now I be disdayned I wishe my hart had neuer knowne yee,
What I that lou'de and you that likte shal wee beginne to wrangle
No, No, no, my hart is fast and cannot disentangle.
If I admire or prayse you too much, that fault you may forgiue mee,
Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then iustly might you leaue me,
I askt you leaue, you bad me loue, ist now a time to chide me?
No, no, no, ile loue you still, what fortune ere betide me.
Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then iustly might you leaue me,
I askt you leaue, you bad me loue, ist now a time to chide me?
No, no, no, ile loue you still, what fortune ere betide me.
The Sunne whose beames most glorious are, reiecteth no heholder,
And your sweet beautie past compare, made my poore eyes the boulder,
Where beautie moues, and wit delights, and signes of kindnes bind me
There, O there where ere I go, ile leaue my hart behinde me.
And your sweet beautie past compare, made my poore eyes the boulder,
Where beautie moues, and wit delights, and signes of kindnes bind me
There, O there where ere I go, ile leaue my hart behinde me.
IX.
[There is a Ladie sweet & kind]
There is a Ladie sweet & kind
Was neuer face so pleasde my mind
I did but see her passing by
And yet I loue her till I die.
Was neuer face so pleasde my mind
I did but see her passing by
And yet I loue her till I die.
Her iesture, motion and her smiles,
Her wit, her voyce, my hart beguiles,
Beguiles my hart, I know not why,
And yet I loue her till I die.
Her wit, her voyce, my hart beguiles,
Beguiles my hart, I know not why,
And yet I loue her till I die.
Her free behauiour winning lookes,
Will make a Lawyer burne his bookes
I toucht her not, alas not I,
And yet I loue her till I die.
Will make a Lawyer burne his bookes
I toucht her not, alas not I,
And yet I loue her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine armes,
Iudge you that thinke such sports were harmes,
Wert any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will loue her till I die.
Iudge you that thinke such sports were harmes,
Wert any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will loue her till I die.
Should I remaine confined there,
So long as Phebus in his spher,
I to request shee to denie,
Yet would I loue her till I die.
So long as Phebus in his spher,
I to request shee to denie,
Yet would I loue her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her countrie so my loue doth change,
But change she earth, or change she skie,
Yet will I loue her till I die.
Her countrie so my loue doth change,
But change she earth, or change she skie,
Yet will I loue her till I die.
X.
[How shall I then discribe my loue, when all mens skilfull arte is]
How shall I then discribe my loue, when all mens skilfull arte is
Far inferior to her worth, to prayse thu'n worthiest parte,
Shee's chaste in looks mild in her speech in actions all discreet
Of nature louing pleasing most in vertue all compleate.
Far inferior to her worth, to prayse thu'n worthiest parte,
Shee's chaste in looks mild in her speech in actions all discreet
Of nature louing pleasing most in vertue all compleate.
And for her voyce a Philome, her lip may all lips skorne,
No sunne more cleare then is her eye, in brightest Summer morne
A mind wherein all vertues rest, and takes delight to be
And where all vertues graft themselues in that most fruitfull tree.
No sunne more cleare then is her eye, in brightest Summer morne
A mind wherein all vertues rest, and takes delight to be
And where all vertues graft themselues in that most fruitfull tree.
A tree that India doth not yeeld, nor euer yet was seene,
Where buds of vertue alwaies springes, and all the yeere growes greene,
That countries blest wherein she growes, and happie is that rocke,
From whence she springes, but happiest he that grafts in such a stocke.
Where buds of vertue alwaies springes, and all the yeere growes greene,
That countries blest wherein she growes, and happie is that rocke,
From whence she springes, but happiest he that grafts in such a stocke.
[Shut not sweet brest]
Shut not, shut not sweet brest to see me all of fireShut not, shut not sweet brest to see me all of fire, Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire, Thy snow ni'll hurt me This cold wil coole me Take the chast fire to that pure virgin snow. Thou giust more blisse thā mortall harts may know, Let one griefe harme vs, and one ioy fill vs, let one loue warme vs, & one deth kill vs, and one death kill vs.
Flie not, Flie not, flie not deer hart to find me all of snow, and I desire desire sweet flames to know. Nor thy fire wil harm me and this heate will warm me, being now thus warmd ile neuer seeke other fire. more blisse I take then Angels can desire. Let one griefe harme vs and one ioy fill vs, let one loue warm vs & one death kill vs. & one death kill vs.
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