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[The First Booke, Containing Select Ayres to sing to the Theorbo or Basse Violl.]
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The following poems are scored for music in the source texts. 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. Square brackets denote editorial insertions or emendations.


2

[Neither sighs, nor tears, nor mourning]

Neither sighs, nor tears, nor mourning,
Protestations,
Imprecations,
Moves not her, nor quench my burning,
She so fridged,
& so ridged,
That my love procures but scorning.
When I follow her she flies me,
Swiftly running
With more cunning
Then the Hare or Bird that spies me,
Still disdaining
My complaining,
And to heare my griefe denies me.
Say alone, must it be so then?
Shall she glory in my story,
In my story,
And I unrevenged go then?
Prithee Cupid
Be not stupid,
Bend in my defence thy Bow then.

4

[When thou didst think I did not love, then didst thou fawn on me]

When thou didst think I did not love, then didst thou fawn on me,
Now whē thou find'st that I do prove as kinde, as kinde may be,
Love faints in thee.
What way to fix the Mercury of thy ill fixt mind,
Me thinks it were good policy for me to turn unkind,
to make thee kind.
And though I might my selfe excuse with imitating thee,
Yet will I no example use that may bewray in mee
lightness to bee.
Nor will I yet good nature stain to buy at so great cost,
She which before I did obtain, I make account almost
my labour lost.
But since I gave thee once my heart my constancy shall show,
That though thou play the womans part & from a friend turn foe,
men do not soe.

30

[Never perswade me to't]

Never perswade me to't,
I vow I live not,
How canst thou expect a life in me,
Since my soule is fled to thee.
You suppose because I walk,
& you think talk,
I therfore breath, alas you know
Shades as well as men do so.
You may argue I have heat,
My pulses beat,
My sighs have in them living fire,
And my eyes sparke with desire.
Grant your argument be truth,
Such heats my youth
Enflame, as poyson do only prepare
To make death their follower.

34

['Tis but a frown, I prithee let me die.]

Tis but a frown I prethee let me dye

Tis but a frown I prethee let me dye, one bended brow conclud's my Tragedy: For all my love I aske but this of thee, thou wilt not be too long a killing me; for if thou lov'st not, what availes thy smiles which only warms a bowl of snow, the whilst it receiv'd comfort from thine eyes, that selfe same comfort melts away and dies? so in the end thy frowns and smiles are one, and differ but in execution.