 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
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[Aske mee no more whether doth stray]
Aske mee no more whether doth stray
Those golden Attoms of the day,
For in pure Love the Heavens prepare,
That powder to enrich thy hayre,
Those golden Attoms of the day,
For in pure Love the Heavens prepare,
That powder to enrich thy hayre,
Aske me no More where those starres light,
That downeward shoote in dead of night,
For in thine Eyes they set and there,
Fixed become as in their Spheare
That downeward shoote in dead of night,
For in thine Eyes they set and there,
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Aske me no more where Jove bestowes
When June is gone the flaming Rose,
For in thy beautyes Orient deepe,
All flowres as in their causes sleepe.
When June is gone the flaming Rose,
For in thy beautyes Orient deepe,
All flowres as in their causes sleepe.
Nor aske me more if East or West
The Phœnix builds her Spicie Nest,
For unto thee at last shee flies
And in thy fragrand bosome dyes.
The Phœnix builds her Spicie Nest,
For unto thee at last shee flies
And in thy fragrand bosome dyes.
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |