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Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson

Wilson, John (1595-1674)

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To the ever honoured Dr JOHN WILSON on his incomparable Book of Ballads.

To my honoured friend Dr WILSON on His Musicall Ayres, and incomparable Skill on the Lute.

On that incomparable Master of Musick Dr WILSON.

To his honoured Friend Dr JOHN WILSON upon his most excellent Book of Ayres.

To the great Master of Musick Dr J. WILSON upon his most excellent Book of Ayres.

To my honoured Friend JOHN WILSON Doctor of Musick, on his excellent Book of Ayres.

To that Excellent Musitian the AUTHOR.

To my worthy Friend that incomparable Musitian Dr JOHN WILSON on his Book of Songs of three Parts

[When Troy Towne]

[From the faire Lavinian Shore]

[Will you buy any Honesty]

[Full fathome five]

[Where the Bee sucks]

[When Love with unconfined wings]

[Have you any work for the Sowgelder hoe]

[Come hither you that Love]

[Young Thirsis lay in Phillis lap]

[Kawasha comes in Majesteé]

[Cast your Capps and Cares away]

[Doe not feare to put thy feet]

[Thoughts doe not vexe me while I Sleepe]

[Who so complaineth gaineth oft Loves just reward]

[Come Silent night and in thy gloomy shade]

[Come Constant Hearts that so prevaile]

[Love and disdaine dwells in my Mistress eyes]

[In a season all oppressed]

[Cupid thou art a wanton Boy]

[Though your strangenesse fretts my heart]

[Aske mee no more whether doth stray]

[Clora's false Love made Clora weepe]

[I love (alas) but cannot shew it]

[If I dye, be this my will]

[Greedy Lover pause a while]

[Thine eyes to mee like Sunnes appeare]

[Awake Awake the Morne will never rise]

[I would have thee Merry, Laugh]

[In The merry Month of May]

[Faine would I Cloris whom my heart adores]

[Deere give mee a thousand kisses pay the dept]

[Lawne as white as driven Snow]

[Goe weather-beaten thoughts with stormes of teares]

[Goe restlesse thoughts fly from your Masters breast]

[If my Lady bid beginne]

[Tell mee where the beauty lyes]

[Boast not blind boy that I'me thy prize]

[Come thou Father of the Spring]

[Sir this my little Mistresse here]

[No No I tell thee no]

[For ever let thy heavenly Tapers]

[Fly hence shadowes that doe Keepe]

[Since Love hath in thine and mine]

[Since Love hath brought thee, and I have caught thee]

[You Heraulds of my Mistresse heart]

[Why thinkst thou Foole thy Beauties Rayes ]

[When the cleer Sunn with his beams hot]

[What would any man desire]

[Thou that excellest and sweeter smellest]

[I sweare by Muskadell]

[Fondnesse of man to love a shee]

[Downe Be still you Seas]

[You say you love mee]

[Hence with this wedlock Chaine and Smart]

[So have I seene a Silver Swann]

[View'st thou that poore penurious payre]

[If I must tell you what I love]

[When on mine eyes her eyes first shone]

[Be not thou so foolish nice]

[Come I faint thy tedious stay]

[God Lyeus ever young]

[Not Roses coucht within a Lilly bed]

[So many Loves have I neglected]

[Now the Lusty Spring is seen]

[Wherefore peep'st thou envious day]

[Turne Turne, turne thy beautious face away]

[When I behold my Mistres face]

[My Love and I for Kisses plaid]

[In a vale with flowrets spangled.]

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[Awake Awake the Morne will never rise]

Awake Awake the Morne will never rise

Awake Awake the Morne will never rise, 'till shee can dresse her Beauties at thine eyes. The Larke forsakes her watry nest and mounting Shakes her dewy wings taking thy window for the East, and as shee

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Climbes aloft shee sings, Awake awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee Can dresse her Bauties at thine eyes. The Merchant bowes unto the Sea-mans Starre, The Plow-man from the Sunne his Season takes,

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Only the Lover wonders what they are who seeke for light before his Mistres wakes. Awake awake the Morne will never rise, 'till shee can dresse her beauties at thine eyes.