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Ayres and dialogues

For One, Two, and Three Voyces. By Henry Lawes ... The First Booke

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To Mr. HENRY LAWES, who had then newly set a Song of mine in the Year, 1635.

To his Honour'd F. Mr. HENRY LAWES, on his Ayres and Dialogues.

To the much honour'd Mr. HENRY LAVVES, on his Book of Ayres.

To his much honour'd F. Mr. HENRY LAWES, on his Book of Ayres.

To my ever honour'd Friend & Father, Mr. HENRY LAWES, on his Book of Ayres and Dialogues.

TO his Honour'd Friend, Mr. Henry Lawes, upon his Book of Ayres.

To my Honour'd Friend, Mr. Henry Lawes, upon his Book of Ayres.

To my Dear and Honour'd Friend, Mr. HENRY LAWES, upon his Incomparable Book of Songs.

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[Theseus, O Theseus, hark! but yet in vain]

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In the Person of a Lady to her inconstant servant.

To the same Lady, singing the former Song.

To Amarantha, To dishevell her haire.

The Reform'd Lover.

The Cælestiall Mistress.

Love above Beauty.

The Bud.

Cœlia singing.

Anacreon's Ode, call'd, The Lute, Englished and to be sung by a Basse alone.

Desperato's Banquet.

To Cælia, inviting her to Marriage.

Youth and Beauty.

Love and Musick.

An Anniversary on the Nuptials of John Earle of Bridgewater, July 22. 1652.

Staying in London after the Act for Banishment, and going to meet a Friend who fail'd the hour appoynted.

No Constancy in Man.

Beauties Eclyps'd.

PASTORALL DIALOGUES.

A Dialogue betwixt Cordanus and Amoret, on a Lost Heart.

A Dialogue betwixt Time and a Pilgrime.

A Pastorall Dialogue betwixt Cleon and Cælia.

A Bacchanall.

Upon a Crown'd Heart sent to a Cruell Mistress.

The fickle state of Lovers.

Heere beginneth short Ayres for one, two or three Voyces.

A Smile, or Frown.

The Captive Lover.

To a Lady putting off her veile.

In praise of his Mistress.

To a Lady weeping.

[Grieve not, dear Love, although we often part]

A caution to faire Ladies.

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A Dialogue betwixt Cordanus and Amoret, on a Lost Heart.

Distressed Pilgrim whose dark clouded eyes speaks thee a Martyr to Love's cruelties
Cord.

Distressed Pilgrim whose dark clouded eyes speaks thee a Martyr to Love's cruelties; whither away?

Am.

What pittying voyce I hear cals back my flying steps?

Cord.

Prithee draw near.

Am.

I shall but say kind Swain what doth become of a lost heart, e're to Elizium it wounded walks?

Cord.

First, it does freely fly into the pleasures of a Loveers eye, but once condemn'd to scorn, it fetter'd lies an ever bowing slave to tyranies.

Am.

I pitty its sad Fate, since its offence was but for Love, can't tears recall it thence?

Cord.

O no, such tears as do for pitty call,

she proudly scorns, & glories at their fall.

Am.

Since neither sighs nor tears, kind Shepheard tell, will not a kisse prevaile?

Cord.

Thou may'st as well court Eccho with a kisse.

Am.

Can no Art move a sacred violence to make her love?

Cord.

O no, 'tis only Destiny and Fate fashions our Wils. Either to love or hate.

Am.

Then captive heart, since that no humane spell hath pow'r to graspe thee his farewell.

Cord.

farewell.

Am.

Farewell, farewell, farewell.

Cho.

Lost hearts like Lambs drove from their Folds by fears,

may back returne by chance, may back returne, may back returne by chance but ne'r by tears.