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First Song.
Fie , cease to wonder,
Though you heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,
Moue Trees and Rockes,
Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,
Weake foolish singer, here is one,
Would haue transform'd thy selfe, to stone.
Second Song.
A Dialogue betweene Nouall, and Beaumelle.
Man.
Set Phœbus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,
From the bright Radience of my Mr s. eyes then euer thou begat'st.
I dare not looke, each haire a golden line,
Each word a hooke,
The more I striue, the more still I am tooke.
Wom.
Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lend
To warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.
Come strangled breath.
Man.
What noate so sweet as this,
That calles the spirits to a further blisse?
Wom.
Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume.
Man.
Let's die, I languish, I consume,
Cittizens Song of the Courtier.
Courtier , if thou needs wilt wiue,
From this lesson learne to thriue.
If thou match a Lady, that passes thee in birth and state,
Let her curious garments be
Twice aboue thine owne degree;
This will draw great eyes vpon her,
Get her seruants and thee honour.
Courtiers Song of the Citizen.
Poore Citizen, if thou wilt be
A happy husband, learne of me;
To set thy wife first in thy shop,
A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.
What though thy shelues be ne're so bare:
A woman still is currant ware:
Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,
But whilst thou art at tother end,
What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,
Foole, 'haue no eye to, nor an eare;
And after supper for her sake,
When thou hast fed snort, though thou wake:
What though the Gallants call thee mome?
Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:
Then looke into the towne and tell,
If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.
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