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III. Four Songs
(TO REPLACE SOME MISSING FROM THE PLAYS)
21.
[Sing wee and chaunt it]
Sing wee and chaunt it,
While loue doth graunt it.
Fa la la la.
Not long youth lasteth,
And old age hasteth,
Now is best leysure,
To take our pleasure.
Fa la la la.
While loue doth graunt it.
Fa la la la.
Not long youth lasteth,
And old age hasteth,
Now is best leysure,
To take our pleasure.
Fa la la la.
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All things inuite vs,
Now to delight vs.
Fa la la la.
Hence care be packing,
No mirth bee lacking,
Let spare no treasure,
To liue in pleasure.
Fa la la la.
Now to delight vs.
Fa la la la.
Hence care be packing,
No mirth bee lacking,
Let spare no treasure,
To liue in pleasure.
Fa la la la.
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[Sleepe, Deathes alye, obliuion of teares]
Sleepe, Deathes alye, obliuion of teares,Silence of Passions, balme of angrie sore
Suspence of loues, Securitie of feares
Wraths Lenatiue, Hearts ease, stormes calmest shore,
Senses and Soules repriuall from all Combers
Benuming sense of ill with quiet slumbers
23.
[Like to a Hermite poore in place obscure]
Like to a Hermite poore in place obscure,
I meane to spend my daies of endles doubt,
To waile such woes as time cannot recure,
Where none but Loue shall euer finde me out.
I meane to spend my daies of endles doubt,
To waile such woes as time cannot recure,
Where none but Loue shall euer finde me out.
My foode shall be of care and sorow made,
My drink nought else but teares falne from mine eies,
And for my light in such obscured shade,
The flames shall serue, which from my hart arise.
My drink nought else but teares falne from mine eies,
And for my light in such obscured shade,
The flames shall serue, which from my hart arise.
A gowne of graie, my bodie shall attire,
My staffe of broken hope whereon Ile staie,
Of late repentance linckt with long desire,
The couch is fram'de whereon my limbes Ile lay,
My staffe of broken hope whereon Ile staie,
Of late repentance linckt with long desire,
The couch is fram'de whereon my limbes Ile lay,
And at my gate dispaire shall linger still,
To let in death when Loue and Fortune will.
To let in death when Loue and Fortune will.
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24.
[I saw my Lady weepe]
I saw my Lady weepe,
And sorrow proud to bee aduanced so,
In those faire eies, where all perfections keepe:
Hir face was full of woe,
But such a woe (beleeue me) as wins more hearts,
Then mirth can doe with hir intysing parts.
And sorrow proud to bee aduanced so,
In those faire eies, where all perfections keepe:
Hir face was full of woe,
But such a woe (beleeue me) as wins more hearts,
Then mirth can doe with hir intysing parts.
Sorow was there made faire,
And passion wise, teares a delightfull thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare,
Shee made hir sighes to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadnesse moue,
As made my heart at once both grieue and loue.
And passion wise, teares a delightfull thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare,
Shee made hir sighes to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadnesse moue,
As made my heart at once both grieue and loue.
O fayrer then ought ells,
The world can shew, leaue of in time to grieue,
Inough, inough, your ioyfull lookes excells,
Teares kills the heart belieue,
O striue not to bee excellent in woe,
Which onely breeds your beauties ouerthrow.
The world can shew, leaue of in time to grieue,
Inough, inough, your ioyfull lookes excells,
Teares kills the heart belieue,
O striue not to bee excellent in woe,
Which onely breeds your beauties ouerthrow.
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