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Ferrabosco, Alfonso (ca. 1575-1628)

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TO MY EXCELLENT FRIEND ALFONSO FERRABOSCO.

TO THE WORTHY AVTHOR.

I.

I. Like Hermit poore

II.

II. Come home my troubled thoughts

III.

IIII.

IIII. Deere when to thee

V.

V. Faine I would

VI.

VI. Come my Celia

VII.

VII. So, so, leaue off

VIII.

VIII. Young and simple though I am

IX.

IX. Drowne not with teares

X.

X. I am a louer

XI.

XI. Why stayes the bridegroome

XII.

XII. Sing wee then heroyque grace

XIII.

XIII. Sing the riches of his skill

XIIII.

XIIII. Sing the nobles of his race

XV.

XV. With what new thoughts

XVI.

XVI. Fly from the world

XVII.

XVII. Shall I seeke to ease my griefe

XVIII.

XVIII. If all these Cupids now were blinde

XIX.

XIX. It was no pollicie of court

XX.

XX. Yes were the loues

XXI.

XXI. So beautie on the waters stood

XXII.

XXII. Had those that dwell

XXIII.

XXIII. If all the ages of the earth

XXIIII.

XXIIII. Vnconstant loue

XXV.

XXV. O Eyes, O mortall starres

XXVI.

XXVI. Fayre cruell Nimph

XXVII.

XXVII. What shall I wish

XXVIII.

XXVIII. Tell me O Loue

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XVIII. If all these Cupids now were blinde

If all these Cupids now were blinde

If all these Cupids now were blinde, as is their wanton brother, Or play should put it in their mindes, to shoot at one another, What prety battaile they would make if they their obiects should mistake, and each one wound, and each one wound his mother.