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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66559	Cheerfull ayres or ballads first composed for one single voice, and since set for three voices / by John Wilson ...; Cheerfull ayres or ballads	Wilson, John, 1595-1674.; Johnson, Robert, ca. 1583-1633.; Lanier, Nicholas, 1588-1666.	1660 (1660)	Wing W2908; ESTC R207813	17,468	156

with pride he kindle fires Wee 'le drowne them in our chast desires If he Assaile with Dart or Bow Wee le hide them in these hills of Snow so shall his heart plagu'd Mourne and dye While wee smile at his memory and Keep our Hearts our Eyes our Eares free From vaine Sighs sad sad groanes and Tears Cantus Primus J. Wilson LOve and disdaine dwells in my Mistress eyes contending which of them shall first destroy m●e Th' one with his restlesse flames my bosome fryes Th' other no lesse doth with his Ice annoy mee Dearest since these conclude that I must dye will you not mourne at my sad Obsequie Cantus Primus J. Wilson IN a season all oppressed with sad sorrowes poore distressed Troylous said unto his Cressed yeeld O yeeld thee sweet and stay not O no no no no no No no no Sweet Love I may not 2 Strife in Love is Loves uniting These hands were not made for fighting But for mutuall hearts delighting Yeeld O yeeld then sweet and stay not O No No c. 3. Deare if you will still persever In this No which answers never Doe what I desire you ever And againe say No and spare not O No No c. I dare not 4. Since nor time nor place nor plaining Can change this word of disdaining What is there for mee remaining But to dye if you gainsay not O No No c. I may not CUpid thou art a wanton Boy and heretofore mad'st Love a Toy But in thy Raigne a Tyrant art to Wound a Sheaperdesses heart To make her Sigh Swoune Weepe and Pale Thus Sick yet modest will not Vaile But cryes out Hymen 't is your cure For the blind Boy I 'le ne're endure Cantus Primus J. Wilson THough your strangenesse sretts my heart yet may not I Complaine You perswade me 't is but Art that secret Love must feigne If another you affect 't is but a shew t' avoyd suspect Is this faire excusing O no all is abusing When another holds your hand You sweare I have your heart When my Rivalls close doe stand And I stand farre apart They enjoy you every one Yet must I seeme your friend alone Is this faire excusing O no all is abusing ASke mee no more whether doth stray those golden Attoms of the day for in pure Love the Heavens prepare that powder to enrich thy hayre Aske me no More where those starres light that downeward shoote in dead of night for in thine Eyes they set and there fixed become as in their Spheare Aske me no more where Iove bestowes when June is gone the flaming Rose for in thy beautyes Orient deepe all flowers as in their causes sleepe Nor aske me more if East or West The Phoenix builds her Spicie Nest For unto thee at last shee flies And in thy fragrand bosome dyes CLora's false Love made Clora weepe and by a Rivers side Her flocks which Is 't not injustice O yee Gods to kindle my desires And to leave She was wont to keepe neglected thus shee cry'd Poore victory to pierce a His at so much odds as there 's no mutuall fires Heart that was a tender one but Cowardize to spare your dart from his that was a stone First part As shee thus mourn'd the teares that fell Downe from her Love-sick eyes Did in the Waters dropp and swell And into bubbles rise Second Part. Wherein her blubber'd face appeares Now out alas said shee How doe I melt away in teares For him that Loves not mee First Part. Yet as I lessen Multiplie But in lesse forme appeare Thus doe I languish from mine eye And grow new in my teare Breake not the Christall circles mee Sweet streames by your fayre side My Love perhapps may walking bee And I may be espied Second Part. And thus in little drawne and drest In a sad teares attire May force such passions from his breast Shall equall my desire ILove alas but cannot shew it I keep a fire that burnes within Rake't up in Embers Ah could shee know it I might perhaps be Lov'd agen For a true Love may Justly call for friendship Love reciprocall Some Gentle Courteous winde betray mee A Sigh by whispering in her Eare Or let a piteous shower convey mee And drop into her breast a teare Or two or more the hardest flint By often dropps receives a dint Shall I then vexe my heart and rend it That is allready too too weake No no they say Lovers may send it By wrighting what they cannot speake Goe then my Muse and let this verse Bring back my life or else my Hearse IF I dye be this my will Let my spirit serve thee still and desire if not fulfill Thy whole pleasure so approving Death is not the end of Loving Let the Earth my Body have whence it sprung there be my grave Only the remembrance Have of my Image Let death never me from thy Acquaintance sever The last Breath my Tongue shall move be the Ayrie forme of Love And despight of death approve lifes privation thus defying if not dead I love thee dying Cantus Primus J. Wilson GReedy Lover pause a while and remember that a Smile heretofore would have made thy hopes a feast which is more since thy dyet was incr●ast then both Looks and Language too or the face it selfe can doe such a province Is my Hand as if it thou couldst command heretofore there thy lipps would Seem to dwell which is more ever since they sped so well then they can be brought to Doe by my neck and bosome too If the center of my breast a dominion unpossest heretofore may thy wandring thought suffice seeke no more and my heart shall Be thy prize so thou Keep above the Line all the Hemispheare is thine If the flames of love were pure Which by Oath thou didst assure Here-to-fore Gold that goes into the cleere shines the more When it leaves agen the fire Let not then those looks of thine Blemish what they should refine I have cast into the fire Almost all thou could'st desire Here-to-fore But I see thou art to crave More and more Should I cast in all I have So that were I ne're so free Thou would'st burn though not for mee THine eyes to mee like Sunnes appeare or brighter starres their light which Makes it Summer all the yeare Or else a day of Night But truely I doe Think they are but eyes and neither Sunne nor Starre Cantus Primus J. Wilson AWake Awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee can dresse her Beauties at thine eyes The Larke forsakes her watry nest and mounting Shakes her dewy wings taking thy window for the East and as shee Climbes alost shee sings Awake awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee Can dresse her Bauties at thine eyes The Merchant bowes unto the Sea-mans Starre The Plow-man from the Soone his Season takes Only the Lover wonders what they are who seeke for light before his Mistres wakes Awake awake the Morne will

the heart doth ever waken thoughts charm'd Up in busy snares of Continuall toyles and cares Love and griefes are so exprest That they rather sigh then rest Fly hence shadowes that doe keepe watchfull Sorrows charm'd in sleepe Watchfull sorrows charm'd in sleepe Cantus Primus J. Wilson SInce Love hath in thine and mine Eye Kindled a holy flame What Pitty 't were to let it dye what sinne to quench the same The starres that seeme extinct by day disclose their flames at night and in a Subtile sence convey their Loves in beames of light 3. So when the Jealous Eye and Eare Are shut or turn'd a side Our tongues our Eyes may talke nor feare The being heard or spy'd 4. What though our bodies cannot meete Loves fuell's more divine The fixt starres by their twinkling greete And yet they never joyne 5. False Meteors that doe change their place Though they seem fair and bright Yet when they covet to embrace Fall downe and loose their light 6. If thou perceive thy flame decay Come light thine Eyes at mine And when I feele mine fade away I 'le take new fire from thine 7. Thus while wee shall preserve from wast The flame of our desires No Vestall shall maintaine more chast Or more Immortall fires SInce Love hath brought thee and I have caught thee here in this bower And at this Hower Nor shall thy faynings thy coy disdaynings thy causelesse Chidings thy short abidings thy crafty smilings thy quaint beguilings Nor those thy struglings with all thy juglings shall make mee Leave thee No No thou shalt no more deceive mee 2. See'st thou that fountaine Under that Mountaine Wat'ring those vallyes Along whose allyes Thou once did'st fly mee when I did spye thee Even in this Atire Held by a Satyre Under that Sapling In a close grapling When I did threat him and after beat him And yet would'st leave mee No No thou shalt no more deceive mee 3. Then cease thy panting And be not wanting In those sweet graces and deare embraces Wherewith thou bindest all that thou mindest And fall a Billing 'till I be willing So to repay thee that which may stay thee And so delight thee that to requite mee Thou ne're wilt leave mee Nor ever offer to deceive mee YOu Heraulds of my Mistresse heart beauties fairest jewell to mee her Passions force impart that I may know if Shee or no in-tendeth to bee Cruell your silence can with art expresse the heart 's unfeined story When modest tongues feare to confesse then daring eyes can best devise enchanting O-ra-to-ry Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHy thinkst thou Foole thy Beauties Rayes should flame my colder Heart when thy disdaine shall sev'rall wayes such peircing blasts impart seest not those Beames that guild the day though they be hot and fierce t' have neither heate Nor power to stay when windes themselves displerce So though thine Eye heates my desire yet know thy coy disdaine falls like a storme on That young fire and blowes mee coole againe Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHen the cleer Sunn with his beams hot Scorched the Grasse in Meade and Mountaine Strephon the Sheapheard now forgot late sitting by a Christall fountaine under a spreading Beeches shade for Phyllis eare this Ditty made Farewell farewell false and untrue Love light as the winde Soon chang'd for new love So long as I was in your sight I Was your life your heart your treasure and with fain'd eyes you moan'd and sigh'd As in flame burning past all measure three dayes endur'd this love to mee and It was lost in other three Farewell farewell c. Soon as another Swayne you Saw who may by love or likeing feigned you 'gan from mee your love withdraw and soon my place he had obtained Then came a third your love to Win and wee were out and he was in Farewell c. Doubtlesse you bear your Selfe in hand because of loves you breed such plenty to fill with new loves All the Land and all the World if it were empty But O you doe your selfe be-guile because they live so short a while Farewell farewell c. Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHat would any man desire is he cold then here 's a fire Is he hot shee 'l gently scoole him 'till he finde that heat does coole him Is he Sad then here 's a pleasure is hee poore then here 's a treasure Loves he Musick Here 's the choice of all sweet sounds in her sweet voyce Does he hunger heer 's a Feast to which a God might bee a guest and to those Viands if hee thirst heer 's Nectar for him since the first of men that was for sinne a deptor never any Tasted better Heer 's all compleat from head to heele to heare to see tast Smell or feele Cantus Primus J. Wilson THou that excellest and sweeter smellest then budding Roses yet Cruelly killest others sit billing Loves Nectar spilling why shouldst thou then to mee Prove so unwilling thy looks so smiling all hearts beguiling Kindled the fire of my desire 2. Then be not cruell my Loves chiefe Jewell Quench the flames thou hast made or give them fewell All those that knew mee when they shall view mee With death rewarded will curse her that slew mee O let relenting and swift repenting From danger free both thee and mee 3. Then wee 'l lye gasping Arme in arme clasping Of Loves Sweets that have past each others asking Our hearts united this way delighted Shall not with needlesse feare no more be frighted But with sweet Kisses multiply blisses Untill wee prove one soule in Love I Sweare by Muskadell that I doe Love thee well and more then I can Tell by the white Clarret and Sack I doe love thy Black black black I doe Love thy black black black 2 So lovely and so fayre Ore shaddow'd with thy hayre So nimble just like haire All these set mee on loves rack For thy sweeter Black black black 3. No goddesse 'mongst them all So slender and so tall And gracefull too withall Which makes my sinews to Crack For thy dainty Black black black 4. Thy kinde and loving Eye When first I did Espye Our loves it did descrye Dumb speaking what d'yee lack Mine answered thy Black black black FOndnesse of man to love a shee were beauties Image on her Face so carv'd by Im-mor-ta-li-ty as en-vious time cannot disgrace Who shall weigh a Lovers paine fain'd smiles a while his hopes may steere but soon reduced by sad disdaine to the first principles of feare Then farewell fayrest ne're will I Pursue uncertain blisses more Who sayles by womans constancy Shipwracks his Love on every shore DOwne Be still you Seas water your dread master please Downe downe I say or be silent as the day you that fling and roare a loft Whistling winds be still and soft not an Angry look let fly you proud Mountains Fall and dye Tumble no more nor kick nor Roare nor trouble her Keele to make her reele but safe