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Short Ayres for 1. 2. or 3. Voyces.
[Hither we come into this world of woe]
Hither we come into this world of woeHither we come into this world of woe, and feeling to what end wee come, wee cry, i'th morning of our age like flowrs we blow, and like Gods figures seeme too good to die: but let affliction touch us, and like clay we fall to what we are, and end the day.
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[View Lesbia view, how my various cares doe grow]
View Lesbia viewView Lesbia view, view Lesbia view, how my various cares doe grow, I burne and from that fire does water flow. I Nilus and I Ætna am; restrain, Oh Love, my tears, or else tears quench my flame.
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[Among Rose buds slept a Bee]
Among Rose buds slept a Bee,
wak'd by Love who could not see:
His soft finger that was stung,
then away poore Cupid flung.
First hee ran, then flew a bout,
and to Venus thus cry'd out;
Help, Mother help, oh! I'm undone,
a Scorpion hath stung your son.
wak'd by Love who could not see:
His soft finger that was stung,
then away poore Cupid flung.
First hee ran, then flew a bout,
and to Venus thus cry'd out;
Help, Mother help, oh! I'm undone,
a Scorpion hath stung your son.
'Twas a Serpent, it could flie,
For't had wings as well as I;
Country swains call this a Bee
But oh this hath murthred me.
Sonne, sayd Venus, if the sting
Of a Flie such torment bring,
Think, O think, on all those hearts
Pierced by thy burning darts.
For't had wings as well as I;
Country swains call this a Bee
But oh this hath murthred me.
Sonne, sayd Venus, if the sting
Of a Flie such torment bring,
Think, O think, on all those hearts
Pierced by thy burning darts.
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[In the non-age of a winters day]
In the non-age of a winters day,
Lavinia glorious as May,
to give the morn an easier birth,
pac'd a league of crusted earth,
where ev'ry place by which she came,
from her veins conceivd a Flame.
Lavinia glorious as May,
to give the morn an easier birth,
pac'd a league of crusted earth,
where ev'ry place by which she came,
from her veins conceivd a Flame.
Lavinia stood amaz'd to see
Things of yeerly constancy
Thus to rebell against their season,
And though a stranger to the reason,
Back returning quench'd the heat
And Winter kept its former seat.
Things of yeerly constancy
Thus to rebell against their season,
And though a stranger to the reason,
Back returning quench'd the heat
And Winter kept its former seat.
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[Call the spring with all her Flowrs]
Call the spring with all her Flowrs,
bid the winged Syrens sing
let Loves keen Arrows from the Bowrs
be shot by ev'ry warbling string.
bid the winged Syrens sing
let Loves keen Arrows from the Bowrs
be shot by ev'ry warbling string.
My Amarillis never drew
Her shining dart and sounding Bow,
But then as many graces flew,
And yet she is a fiel'd of snow.
Her shining dart and sounding Bow,
But then as many graces flew,
And yet she is a fiel'd of snow.
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[Fear not, dear Love]
[1]
Fear not, dear Love, that I'le revealthose howrs of pleasure we two steal,
no eye shall see nor yet the sun,
descry what thou and I have done.
2
No ear shall hear our Love, but weAs silent as the night will be,
The God of Love himselfe, (whose dart
Did first wound mine, and then thy heart.)
3
Shall never know that we can tell,What sweets in stoln embraces dwell;
This only means may find it out,
If when I die, Physitians doubt.
4
What caus'd my death, and then to viewOf all their judgements which was true;
Rip up my heart, O then I fear
The world will see thy picture there.
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[Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die]
[1]
Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die;O smile not to prevent it,
But use this opportunity,
Or we shall both repent it.
2
Frown quickly then and break my heart,That so my way of dying
May (though my life were full of smart)
Be worth the worlds envying.
3
And now thou frownst, and now I die,My Corps by Lovers follow'd,
Which shall by dead Lovers lie.
For that grounds only hallow'd.
4
If Priests tak't ill I have grave,My death not well approving,
The Poets my Estate shall have
To teach them th'Art of Loving.
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[Why should great Beauties vertuous Fame desire]
[1]
Why should great Beauties vertuous Fame desire,Since vertue cannot Fame protect?
Ev'n he that seems your Beauty to admire,
Your vertue gladly would suspect.
2
Men having little vertue of their owne,Urge reason for their jealousie,
That women weaker themselves have none,
So each Admirer is a spie.
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