TO THE WORSHIPFVLL MAISTER HENRIE TAPSFIELD
CITIZEN AND GROCER OF THE CITTIE OF LONDON.
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The following poems are scored for
Music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt
has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for
different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.
[I. Now that each creature]
Now that each creature takes his rest and sleepeth
Now that each creature takes his rest and sleepeth. More wretched I then
any worme that creepeth. Alone all comefortles vntill the morrow.
Go recounting my sorrow:
[II. Since that the time of fleeting]
Since that ye time of fleeting
Since that ye time of fleeting,
From thee is come my sweeting: Doe but a kisse award me:
And for my seruise so you shall reward me.
[III. Lady let me behold euer your beauty]
Lady let me behold, euer your beauty
Lady let me behold, euer your beauty:
And seeke yee not frō me so to enstrang it, Since time to come may change it.
[IIII. Lo Lady for your loue]
Lo Lady for your loue I feele this burning
Lo Lady for your loue I feele this burning,
And no whit grieue you, for this flaming fuell, when you deny me, (O cruell.) After a thousand skorns one sweet eye turning.
[V. Fine dainty girle delightsom]
Fine dainty girle delightsom
Fine dainty girle delightsom,
You be my Loadstar lightsom, To you my hart ay turneth,
when in the tempest, of fierce loue it burneth.
[VI. White Lillies be her cheekes]
White Lillies be her cheekes and shamefast Roses
White Lillies be her cheekes and shamefast Roses:
Her louely cheekes her eyes two Comets blazing.
Come downe from heauen with beauties grace amazing:
[VII. Flora faire loue I languish]
Flora faire loue I languish
Flora faire loue I languish,
For loue Flora for anguish, And thou dost not thy duty, To be so nice for beauty,
for beauty I die, yet dying thus will I complaine me.
Flora gentle and faire, oh she hath slaine me.
[VIII. My hart why hast thou taken]
My hart why hast thou taken
My hart why hast thou taken, And forgot, & forsaken,
Thou doest it least inspired, with his inclosed flames, thy hart befired.
[IX. Still it frieth]
Still it frieth
Still it frieth, Yet my hart neuer dieth,
Ah that my loue hath not some mortall firing,
And that no stormes may quench, His hart inspiring
[X. Kisse me mine only Iewell]
Kisse me mine only Iewell
Kisse me mine only Iewell, And sweetly kissing:
Swathele me so that I may run a gasping. Die in your white armes & your louely clasping.
[XI. Faine would I dye for verie shame and sorrow]
Faine would I dye for verie shame and sorrow
Faine would I dye for verie shame and sorrow,
That day that I behold not Flora brightsom, More shine then the sun, my loadstar lightsom.
[XII. Come shepheards god]
Come shepheards god: come closly creeping
Come shepheards god: come closly creeping,
sweetly lies here (a) sleeping And Daphnis creepeth, Euen where thy true loue sleepeth.
[XIII. Weeary and windles running]
Weeary and windles running
Weeary and windles running, wounded euē as a Deare, in forest chased. Such are my senses changing, restles as in a wood, I stand amazed. But when I thinke of thee what I haue spoken, By gift of hand and hart there faith is broken.
[XIIII. Miraculous loues wounding]
Miraculous loues wounding
Miraculous loues wounding,
Euen those darts my sweet Phillis,
So fiercely shot against my hart rebounding. Are turnd to Roses Violets and Lillies, with oder sweet abounding:
[XV. Fast by a brooke I laid me]
Fast by a brooke I laid me
Fast by a brooke I laid me, Lamenting griefe and care, Whē none could ayd me. Except some boult of thunder,
to burst in sunder Forced my hart so pensiue, to burst in sunder.
[XVI. When loe by breake of morning]
When loe by breake of morning
My loue hirselfe adorning, Doth walke the woods so dainty, Gathring sweet violets and cowslips plenty, The birds enamourd, Sing and praise my Flora, Lo here a new Aurora.
[XVII. Long hath my loue bene kept frō my delighting]
Long hath my loue bene kept frō my delighting
Long hath my loue bene kept frō my delighting,
And with her absence lingring so cōpelled, Increase my griefe because she hath rebelled.
All my sweet requesting, Ile loue no more but fall to deepe detesting.
[XVIII. Pearle, Christal, gold and Ruby]
Pearle, Christal, gold and Ruby, Are sacred gifts too base
Pearle, Christal, gold and Ruby, Are sacred gifts too base,
for such as you be, Nature in thee her graces, so firmely planted,
wose loue thou hast not wanted, O faire Eudora, star of heauens lightnes
Firme fixed there thou shinst most oriant brightnes.
[XIX. Cease sheapheards cease I pray you]
Cease sheapheards cease I pray you
Cease sheapheards cease I pray you,
For Coridon you neede not moue, who minds not to deany you,
when Apples, Peares, and Chestnuts be a ripening, hele giue vs leaue to daunce and here the piping.
[XX. Daphne the bright when frankly she desired]
Daphne
the bright when frankly she desired
Daphne
the bright when frankly she desired
with Thirsis her sweete hart to haue exspired,
Daphne ye Sweete (thus fell she acrying) Dye for I am a dying.
FINIS.
