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For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol

Gamble, John

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To his Good Friend Mr. John Gamble on his COMPOSITIONS.

To his Honest Friend and Old Acquaintance Mr. John Gamble; upon his Musical Compositions, on several Poems.

A DEFENCE FOR MUSICK In its Practique and Theorie, occasioned upon the Publication of these Poems Composed by Mr. John Gamble :

The Rebbel.

Admired Beauty.

On Man's frailty.

The Haymaker's Song.

Advice to Cloris.

A Health to Bacchus.

Coyness in Love.

A Schismatick in Love.

Love pretended.

Love convinc'd.

Fortune Adored.

Love Enlightned.

Love decyphered.

Love disguis'd.

The Presbyters Gill.

To his Mistresse advising him from Wine.

The Deceiving Mistress.

How to chuse a Mistress.

The poor Scholar's Song.

Upon Recovery of a fit of Sickness.

His Mistriss bidding him make another choice.

To a Mistress that thinks the Sight without other Injoyment is Love sufficient.

The Country Man's Life.

To a simple Coy Mistress.

The Real Drinker.

Beauty and Love at ods.

Natural Beauty best.

Liberty breeds Presumption.

The true Sack-drinker.

Love Insatiable.

A Dialogue between Cloris and Doris.

A Dialogue between Lucasta and Alexis.

A Pastoral Dialogue.

Lilly Contemn'd.

The Vanity of Wealth.

Musick being heard in the dead Season of the Night.

A Dialogue between Castadorus and Arabella.

A Pastoral Dialogue.

A Dialogue between Thirsis and Dorinda.

A Dialogue between a Shepherd and a Nymph.

The contented Batchelor.

Bushels Myners.

Bacchus true Adorers.

An EPITHALAMIUM On the Nuptials of Thomas Stanley Esquire; And the Lady Dorothy Enion.

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The Rebbel.

Love! no, I am not such a foe to my peace

Love! no, I am not such a foe to my peace, prethee cease, say no more, though her Eyes are the skies, where Love flies, and inveagles all the Eagles, that in his aerie sore: I dare not fly in her sky, tis too high, once her frown threw me down so low, that I swore, never more, in a Sun beam to soare, Love and I will each other never know.

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He brings such woe with him, nought can exceed 'm; Souls do in sorrow swim, and tears do feed 'm; that every sense is dim, to peace and freedome: Eye me, try me, can you deny me? thus he betrayes the wise: But if you to his bow do bow, your soul becomes a sacrifice; Fiers, Miers, Brooks and Briers, kinder are than he: Then shake him off with scorn and scoff, sing and drink sack with me.