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The Third Booke, Containing Short AYRES or SONGS for three Voyces:
Which may be sung either by a Voyce alone, or by two or three Voyces.
[Let her give her hand or glove]
Let her give her hand or gloveLet her give her hand or glove, let her sigh and swear she dyes; he that thinks he hath her love, I shall never count him wise. For be the old love ne'r so true, yet she is ever for the new.
[O tell me Damon canst thou prove]
After thy many vowes of love,
So false to lose me with thy will?
Though I am not so yong and faire,
As when thy Garlands crown'd my haire,
I am Urania still.
To undoe me in my bloome of yeares?
Then worth the love of every Swaine,
Who freely would on me bestow
Whole flocks, as white as Virgin snow,
But I did all disdaine.
Me with thy scorn, could none be found
To be the darling of thine eyes.
But servile Mopsa, whose best fate
Was on my flock, and me to wait,
Ah ill-bred Shephardesse?
Betray thy heart to love disgrace,
And to her pride, thou triumph be:
Dye for her love, as I for thine,
No shephards tear bedew thy shrine
A just revenge for me.
[You meaner Beauties of the night, that weakly satisfie our eyes]
More by your number than your light, like common people of the skies;
What are you when the Moon shall rise?
Like the proud Virgins of the year, as if the Spring were all your own;
What are you when the Rose is blown?
Thinking your passions understood by Accents weak, what is your praise,
When Philomell her voyce shall raise?
By Vertue first, then chuse a Queen, tell me if she were not design'd,
The Ecclipse and Glory of her kinde?
[Though I am yong, & cannot tell]
Either what love or death is well,
And then again I have been told,
Love wounds with heat, & death with cold.
And both doe aime at humane hearts;
So that I feare they doe but bring
Extreams to touch, and meane one thing.
[Welcome to the Grove]
Welcome, welcome, to the GroveWelcome, welcome, to the Grove, these bowers, this embrodred bed of flowers; here with a Song, more sweet than long, we wil beguile, we wil beguile, the sliding houres:
See a new spring, & ev'ry plant, which of perfection finds a want, doth from that cheek & from that eye crave & receive a new supply,
The Sun observing Marygold, that with his light her beams unfold: Those Tulips a New way doe seek, to stock their mixtures from her cheek
Those violets drooping neare to death, take life and odour from her breath
Whilst the whol quire of birds rejoyce to improve their warbling from her voice: Then all must grant heer's to be seen, Beauties & Musicks Magazene.
[As the sweet breath and gentle gales]
As the sweet breath and gentle gales of our PernassusAs the sweet breath and gentle gales of our Pernassus glads the vales whose resounding Ecchoes prove a Chorus, a Chorus, to our songs of love: So lofty charms, so lofty charms, of Musicks skill, the ravisht heart with pleasures fill, with pleasures fill, voice of Cupid sings above, the heart below doth Eccho love.
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