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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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XXVIII. Tell me O Loue

A Dialogue betweene a Shepheard and a Nimph.

Tell me O Loue

Tell me O Loue, when shall it be that thy faire eyes shall shine on me? Whom nothing now reuiueth, Alas sweet Nymph, I cannot chuse since thou estranged liues from me, Alas, what ioy is in such loue that euer liues apart? O, let me die, yet stay sweet Loue,

Dialogue Nimph.

I pray thee Shepheard, I pray thee shepheard leaue thy feares, Drowne not thy heart and eyes with teares, Such sighes my sence depriueth, O doe not me for that accuse, My Loue, my life doth liue in thee, Alas, what ioy is in such loue, and neuer other comforts proue, but cares that kill the hart? And so will I, yet stay sweet Loue and sing this song with me, Time brings to passe what loue thinkes could not be. Time brings to passe what loue thinkes could not be. and sing this song with me, time bring to passe, what loue thinks could not be. time brings to passe, what loue thinks could not be.