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Ayres, and dialogues

for one, two, and three voyces. The third book
 
[dedication]

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To his Honoured Friend Mr. HENRY LAWES, Upon his Annual Book of AYRES.
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[Ayres for One Voyce]
 
Chloris landing at Berlington.
 
Constancy protested.
 
Counsel to a Maid.
 
Love despis'd.
 
[Come fil's a cup of Sherry]
 
Hopelesse love cur'd by derision.
 
A young Maids Resolution.
 
Cupid no god.
 
Inconstancy return'd.
 
His Rivals danger.
 
To his Platonick Mistris.
 
Amintors welladay.
 
Affection for a Lady he never saw.
 
Freedome from Charmes.
 
Future Hope.
 
On a Black Ribbon.
 
A Resolution to love no more.
 
Cupids Artillery.
 
A Lady to a young Courtier.
 
Falshood discovered.
 
Liberty.
 
A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.
 
A doubt resolv'd.
 
To the first object of Content.
 
A Recantation.
 
A description of Chloris.
 
Chloris a constant comfort.
 
Inconstancy.
 
Amintor's Dream.
 
Chloris dead, lamented by Amintor.
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[Ayres for Two Voyces]
 
A Dialogue on a Kisse.
 
A Dialogue between a Lover and his Friend.
 
A Dialogue. Strephon—Amaryllis.
 
A Dialogue. Cleander—Floramell.
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Short Ayres for One, Two, or Three Voyces.
 
[Once Venus Cheeks that sham'd the Morn]
 
[I have prais'd with all my skill]
 
[When doth Love set forth Desire?]
 
[Trust the Form of Ayrie things]
 
[Deer, throw that Flatt'ring Glass away]
 
[Do not delay me though you have the pow'r ages to stay me]
 
[If you can find a heart (Sweet Love)]
 
[Sure thou framed wert by Art]
 
[O Phœbus, cleer thy face]
 
[I Prethee send me back my heart]

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Freedome from Charmes.

[I]

Go, fair Inchantress! charm no more,
But give thy fascinations o're;
Since I have found a pow'rful Spel,
That doth thy cunning Art excel;
For when I think of thy disdain,
I'm free from witchcraft, or from pain.

II

When I was young and unbetray'd,
All then was Oracle you said;
So innocent I was of guile,
I thought love dwelt in every smile:
But now that cloud of youth is spent,
I find you'r all but complement.

III

I'le love no more, I'le learn to hate,
I'le study to equivocate,
And all my pleasures now shall be
To cozen those would cozen me;
For Loves best musick runs (I find)
On fickle changes of the mind.
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