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The second book of ayres, and dialogues

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To the much honoured Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Excellent Compositions in Musick.

To her most honoured Master, Mr. Henry Lavves, On his Second Book of Ayres.

To my beloved Friend and Fellow, Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Book of Ayres.

To my much honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, On his Second Book of Ayres.

To the great Master of his Art my honoured F. Mr. Henry Lawes on his Book of Ayres.

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He would not be tempted.

A Prayer to Cupid.

[Bee not proud cause fair and trim]

Leander Drownd.

Betrayd, by Beleefe.

[Know Celia, since thou art so proud]

[When we were parted]

[Was it a forme, a gate, a grace]

On his hearing her Majesty sing.

[When first I saw fair Doris eyes]

[And is this all? what one poor kisse?]

An Elegiack Song,

On a Pint of Sack.

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A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason.

A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon.

A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne.

ANACREONS Ode Englished.

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Short Ayres for 1. 2. or 3. Voyces.

[Hither we come into this world of woe]

[View Lesbia view, how my various cares doe grow]

[Among Rose buds slept a Bee]

[In the non-age of a winters day]

[Call the spring with all her Flowrs]

[Fear not, dear Love]

[Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die]

[Why should great Beauties vertuous Fame desire]

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Hymns to the Holy Trinity.

To God the Father.

To God the Sonne.

To God the Holy Ghost.

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A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason.

Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames, fond eyes
Love.

Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames, fond eyes; sad sighes, locke in your breath, lest on this winde, or in those streams, my griev'd soule flie, or saile to death, Fortune destroys me if I stay, Love kils me if I goe away; since Love and Fortune both are blind, com Reason and resolve my doubtfull mind.

Reason.

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide, and gainst the blinder God rebell; thy love sick heart shall not reside where scorn and selfe-wild Error dwell, where entrance unto truth is barr'd, where love and faith finde no reward; for my just hand may sometimes move the wheele of

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Fortune, not the sphere of Loue.

Cho:

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune bee thy guide, and gainst the blinder God rebell, thy love-sick heart shall not reside where scorn and selfe-wild Error dwell.