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Songs of Sixe Voyces

XVII. Blush, my rude present

Blush, my rude present, blushing yet say this,
That he that sent thee, ment a better thing,
Best meaners oft, of their best purpose misse,
Best runners, sometime faile to hit the Ring,
Tell my sweet Mistresse, saint of woman-kinde,
What wants in shew, he doth supplie in minde,

XVIII. Dainty sweet bird

Dainty sweet bird, who art incaged there,
Alas how like thine and my fortunes are?
Both prisners (both) sing, and both singing thus,
Striue to please her, who hath imprisned vs,
Onely in this we differ, thou and I,
Thou liu'st, singing, but I singing dye.

XIX. Vnkinde

Vnkinde, is this the meede of louers paine?
Doth loyall faith no better guerdon gaine?
Adue, thy lookes are coy, thy fancie strange,
O stay, my heart relents, and will not change,
But rather dye, then from my Saint once swarue,
My life she gaue, my loue she doth deserue,

XX. Melpomene

Melpomene , bewaile thy sisters losse,
In tragicke dumps their dolours deepe display,
Curse cruell death, that so their blisse did crosse,
And Musicks peerelesse patron tooke away,
Though they doe sleepe, Prince Henry's dead,
Farewell, the Muses king.

XXI. Whil'st fatall Sisters

Whil'st fatall Sisters held the bloudy knife,
A peerelesse Prince on earth did remaine, Too soone sad death ensued his blissefull life,
And now he with the King of kings doth raigne,
No earthly Musicke doth he more desire,
Such ioy, he hath to heare the heauenly quire,

XXII. Shepheards: And Nimphs

Shepheards: And Nimphs, that trooping,
Were woont to fetch home May with hey and whooping,
Why fit you dead and drooping? Vp, vp for shame, and leaue this heauy mourning,
For Orian is not dead, but liues renowned,
Beyond all humane honour, base earth scorning,
Orian now a Saint in heau'n, Orian now in heau'n is crowned,
Both bonfires and bellringers,
She left vs, and good singers,
Sing then yee Shepheards and Nimphs of Diana,
Farewell faire Oriana,