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Ayres, and dialogues

for one, two, and three voyces. The third book

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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.

[Come fil's a cup of Sherry]

Hopelesse love cur'd by derision.

A young Maids Resolution.

Inconstancy return'd.

His Rivals danger.

To his Platonick Mistris.

Amintors welladay.

Affection for a Lady he never saw.

Freedome from Charmes.

On a Black Ribbon.

A Resolution to love no more.

Cupids Artillery.

A Lady to a young Courtier.

Falshood discovered.

A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.

A doubt resolv'd.

To the first object of Content.

A description of Chloris.

Chloris a constant comfort.

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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On a Black Ribbon.

[I]

Black as thy lovely Eyes and Hair,
This Ribbon for thy sake I wear,
To tye rebellious passions in,
Lest they on other objects sin;
Thus I Love's pris'ner am, and may
Expect my sentence ev'ry day;
My heart fore-tells me now that I
Am doom'd a slave to constancy.

II

How easie 'tis for to confine
An am'rous and a willing minde!
Soft Silk from your faire hands I feel
Bindes faster far than chains of Steel:
O let me still thy Bond-man be!
I'le never sue for libertie;
Let others boast that freedome have
'Tis my content to be thy slave.