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Songs of 3. 4. 5. and 6. parts

Tomkins, Thomas (1572-1656)
  
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To my Brother the Avthor.
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Songs of 3. Parts.
 I. 
[I. Ovr hasty life away doth post.]
 II. 
[II. No more I will thy loue importune.]
 III. 
[III. Sure there is no God of Loue.]
 IIII. 
[IIII. Fond men that doe so highly prize.]
 V. 
[V. How great delight.]
 VI. 
[VI. Loue, cease tormenting.]
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Songs of 4. Parts.
 VII. 
[VII. O let me liue for true loue.]
 VIII. 
[VIII. O let me dye for true loue.]
 IX. 
[IX. O yes, has any found a lad.]
 X. 
[X. Weepe no more thou sorry Boy.]
 XI. 
[XI. Yet againe as soone reuiued.]
 XII. 
[XII. Was euer wretch tormented?]
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Songs of 5. Parts.
 XIII. 
[XIII. To the shady Woods now wend we.]
 XIV. 
[XIV. Too much I once lamented.]
 XV. 
[XV. Come Shepheards, sing with me.]
 XVI. 
[XVI. Gloris when as I woe.]
 XVII. 
[XVII. See, see, the Shepheards Queene.]
 XVIII. 
[XVIII. Phillis, now cease to moue me.]
 XIX. 
[XIX. When Dauid heard that Absolon.]
 XX. 
[XX. Phillis, yet see him dying.]
 XXI. 
[XXI. Fusca, in thy starry eyes.]
 XXII. 
[XXII. Adue ye citty prisoning Towers.]
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Songs of 6. Parts.
 XXIII. 
[XXIII. When I obserue.]
 XXIIII. 
[XXIIII. Musicke deuine.]
 XXV. 
[XXV. Oft did I marle.]
 XXVI. 
[XXVI. Woe is me that I am constrayned.]
 XXVII. 
[XXVII. It is my Well-beloueds voice.]
 XXVIII. 
[XXVIII. Turne vnto the Lord.]
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MVSICA SACRA: TO Sixe Voyces.
  
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 1. 
FIRST SONNET Ex Psal. 6.
 2. 
SECOND SONNET Ex Psal. 32.
 3. 
THIRD SONNET Ex Psal. 38.
 4. 
FOVRTH SONNET Ex Psal. 51.
 5. 
FIFT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.
 6. 
SIXT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.
 7. 
SEAVENTH SONNET Ex Psal. 143.

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To my Brother the Avthor.

Yet thou wert mortall: now begin to liue,
And end with onely Time. Thy Muses giue
What Nature hath deny'd, Eternitie:
Gladly my younger Muse doth honour thee,
But mine's no praise. A large increase it has
That's multiply'd through strong affections glas.
Yet is thy worth the same, and were no other
Though as a Iudge I spake, not as a Brother.
This comfort haue, this Art's so great, so free,
None but the good can reach to censure thee.
Iohn Tomkins.
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