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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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Cupids Artillery.

[I]

Alas poor Cupid! Art thou blind?
Canst not thy Bow and Arrows find?
Thy Mother sure the Wanton playes,
And layes 'em up for Holydayes.
Then take but Arrows from her Eyes,
Nnd all you shoot at surely dyes.

II

Then Cupid mark how kind I'le be,
Because thou once wert so to me;
I'le arm thee with such powerful darts,
Shall make thee once more god of hearts.

III

My Chloris Armes shall be thy bow,
Which none but Love can bend you know;
Her precious Haires shall make the String,
Which of themselves wound every thing.
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