The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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[From the fair Lavinian Shore]
From the fair Lavinian Shore,
I your Markets come to store.
Muse not though so far I dwell,
And my Wares come here to sell.
Such is the sacred hunger of Gold;
Then come to my Pack,
While I cry what d'ye lack,
What d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
I your Markets come to store.
Muse not though so far I dwell,
And my Wares come here to sell.
Such is the sacred hunger of Gold;
Then come to my Pack,
While I cry what d'ye lack,
What d'ye buy, for here it is to be sold.
I have Beauty, Honour, Grace,
Fortune, Favour, Time, and Place:
And what else thou would'st request,
Even the Thing thou likest best.
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then come to me Lad
Thou shalt have what thy Dad
Never gave, for here it is to be sold.
Fortune, Favour, Time, and Place:
And what else thou would'st request,
Even the Thing thou likest best.
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then come to me Lad
Thou shalt have what thy Dad
Never gave, for here it is to be sold.
Maddam, come see what you lack,
Here's Complexion in my Pack;
White and Red you may have in this place,
To hide your old ill wrinkled Face;
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then thou shalt seem
Like a Wench of Fifteen,
Although thou be threescore Years old.
Here's Complexion in my Pack;
White and Red you may have in this place,
To hide your old ill wrinkled Face;
First let me have but a touch of thy Gold,
Then thou shalt seem
Like a Wench of Fifteen,
Although thou be threescore Years old.
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