me sweete ii sweete my Iewell 2 Hope by disdayne growes chereles feare doth loue loue doth feare beautie peareles Farewell 3 If no delayes can moue thee life shall dye death shall liue stil to loue thee Farewell 4 Yet be thou mindfull euer heate from fire fire from heat none can seuer Farewell 5 True loue cannot be chainged though delight from desert be estranged Farewell ALTVS WI lt thou vnkind vnkind thus reaue me of my heart ii and so leaue me farwell ii but yet or ere I part ô cruell kisse me sweet ii sweet my Iewel BASSVS WI lt thou vnkind thus reaue me of my heart ii and so leaue me farewell ii but yet or ere I part ô cruel kisse me ii sweet my Iewel TENOR WI lt thou vnkind thus reaue me of my heart ij ij and so leaue me ij farewell ij but yet or ere I part ô cruell kisse me ii sweet my Iewell XVI CANTVS WOuld my conceit y t first enforst my woe or els mine eyes which still y e same encrease might be extinct to end my sorrowes so which nowe are such as no thing can release Whose life is death whose sweet each change of sowre and eke whose hell re-nu-eth euery houre Each houre amidst the deepe of hell I frie Each houre I wast and wither where I sit But that sweet houre wherein I wish to die My hope alas may not enioy it yet Whose hope is such bereaued of the blisse Which vnto all saue me allotted is To all saue me is free to liue or die To all saue me remaineth hap or hope But all perforce I must abandon I Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust But to my thralles I yeeld for so I must ALTVS WOuld my conceit that first enforst my woe or else mine eies which still the same encrease still the same encrease might be extinct to ende my sor rowes so which now are such are such as nothing can release whose life is death whose sweet each change of sowre and eke whose hel renueth euery houre BASSVS AOuld my conceit that first enforst my woe or else mine eies which stil the same encrease which now are such as nothing nothing can release whose life is death and eke whose hell whose hell renueth euerie houre TENOR WOuld my conceit that first enforst my woe or else the same which stil which stil the same encrease the same encrease might be extinct extinct to end my sorrows so which now are such as nothing can re lease whose life is death ij death whose sweet each change each change of sowre and eke whose hell whose hell renu-eth eue ry houre XVII CANTVS COme againe sweet loue doth now enuite thy gra ces that refraine to do me due de light to see to heare to touch to kisse to die with thee againe in sweetest simpha thy 2 Come againe that I may cease to mourne Through thy vnkind disdaine For now left and forlorne I sit I sigh I weepe I faind I die In deadly paine and endles miserie 1 All the day the sun that lends me shine By frownes do cause me pine And feeds me with delay Her smiles my springs that makes my ioies to grow Her frowes the winters of my woe 2 All the night my sleepes are full of dreames My eies are full of streames My hart takes no delight To see the fruits and ioies that some do find And marke the stormes are me asignd 3 Out alas my faith is euer true Yet will she neuer rue Nor yeeld me any grace Her eies of fire her hart of flint is made Whom teares nor truth may once inuade 4 Gentle loue draw forth thy wounding dart Thou canst not pearce her hart For I that do approue By sighs and teaâ—es more hote then arethy shafts Did tempt while she for triumps laughs ALTVS COme againe sweet loue doth now inuite thy gra ces that refraine to doe me due delight to see to heare to touch to kisse to die ij with thee againe in sweetest simphathy BASSVS COme againe sweet loue doth now enuite thy graces that refraine to do me due delight to see to heare to touch to kisse to die ij with thee againe in sweetest simpathie TENOR COme againe sweet loue doth now enuite thy graces that refraine to do me due delight to see to heare to touch to kisse to die ij with thee againe ij in sweetest simpathie XVIII CANTVS HIs golden locks time hath to siluer turnde O time too swift O swift-nes neuer ceasing his youth gainst time age hath euer spurnd but spurnd in vaine youth waneth by en-creasing Beautie strength youth are flowers but fading seene Duty Faith Loue are roots and euer greene His helmet now shall make a hiue for bees And louers sonets turne to holy psalmes A man at armes must now serue on his knees And feed on prayers which are ages almes But though from court to cotage he departe His saint is sure of his vnspotted hart And when he saddest sits in homely Cell He le teach his swaines this Caroll for a songe Blest be the harts that wish my soueraigne well Curst be the soule that thinke her any wrong Goddes allow this aged man his right To be your beadsman now y t was your knight ALTVS HIs golden locks time hath to siluer to sil-uer turnd O time to swift O swift nes ne-uer ceasing his youth gainst time and age hath e-uer spurnd but spurnd in vaine youth waineth waineth by encreasing bewry strength youth are flowers but fading seene duty ij faith loue are roots and euer greene BASSVS HIs golden locks time hath to sil-uer turnd O time to swift O swiftnes ne uer ceasing his youth gainst time and age hath euer spurnd but spurnd in vaine youth waineth by increasing bewty strength youth are flowers but fading seene deuty faith loue are roots and euer greene TENOR HIs golden locks time hath to siluer turnd O O time to swift ij O swift nes neuer ceasing his youth gainst time and age hath euer spurnd but spurnd in vaine youth waineth by encreasing bewty strength youth are flowers but fading seene deuty faith loue are roots and e-uer greene XIX CANTVS AWake sweet loue thou art re-turnd my hart which loÌ„g in Let loue which ne-uer ab-sent dies now liue for e-uer absence mournd liues nowe in per-fect ioy only her selfe hath see-med in her eyes when came my first a-noy dispayer did make me wish to faire she only I could loue she one-ly draue me to dispaire when she vnkind did proue die that I my ioyes migyt end she one-ly which did make me flie my state may now a-mend If she esteeme thee now ought worth She will not grieue thy loue henceforth Which so dispaire hath proued Dispaire hath proued now in me That loue will not vnconstant be Though long in vaine I loued If she at last reward thy loue And all thy harmes repaire Thy happinesse will sweeter
proue Raisde vp from deepe dispaire And if that now thou welcome be When thou with her dost meete She al this while but plaide with thee To make thy ioies more sweet ALTVS AWake sweet loue thou art returnd my hart which long in absence mournd Let loue which ne-uer absent dies now liue for e-uer in her eies liues now liues now in perfect ioy Only her selfe her selfe hath seemed faire she onely I could whence came whēce cāe my first anoy Dispaire did make did make me wish to die that I my ioyes might loue I could loue she onely draue me to dispaire when she vnkind did proue end ioies might end she only which did mak me flie my state may now amēd BASSVS AWake sweet loue thou art returnd Let loue which ne-uer absent dies my hart which long in absence mournd liues now liue for e-uer in her eies whence nowe in perfect ioy Only her selfe hath came my first a-noy Dispaire did make me seemed faire she onely I could loue she onely wish to die that I my ioies might end she only draue me to dispaire when shee vnkind did which did make me flie my state may now a proue mend TENOR AWake sweet loue thou art returnd my hart which long in absence mournd liues Let loue which ne-uer absent dies now liue for e-uer in her eyes whence now in perfect ioy Only her selfe her selfe hath seemed faire she only I could loue she only came my first anoy Dispaire did make did make me wish to die that I my ioies might end she only droue me to dispaire when she vnkind did proue which did make me flie my state may now amend XX. CANTVS COme heauy sleepe y e Image of true death And close vp these my weary weeping eyes whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath And tears my hart with sorrows sight swoln crys Com posses my tired thoghts worne soule that liuing dies ij ij till thou one me bestoule Come shadow of my end and shape of rest Alied to death child to this black fast night Come thou and charme these rebels in my brest Whose waking fancies doth my mind affright O come sweet sleepe come or I did for euer Come ere my last sleepe coms or come neuer ALTVS COme heauy sleepe the image of true death and close vp these my weary weary weeping eies whose spring of teares doth stop my vitall breath and tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries Come and possesse my tired thoughts worne soule that liuing dies ij till thou one me one me bestoule BASSVS COme heauy sleepe the image of true death and cloase vp these my weary wee ping eies whose spring of teares doth stop my vitall breath and tears ij my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries Come and pos sesse my tired thoghts worn soule y t liuing dies ij till thou ij on me on me bestoule TENOR COme heauy sleepe heauy sleepe the image of true death and cloase vp these my weary ij weeping eies whose spring of teares doth stop my vitall breath tears my hart with sorrows sigh swolne cries come and possesse my tyred thoughts worne soule that liuing dies ii till thou one me one me bestoule XXI CANTVS AWay with these selfe louing lads whom Cupids arrowe neuer glads A-way poore soules that sigh weepe in loue of them that lie sleepe For Cupid is a medooe god forceth none to kisse the rod. 2 God Cupids shaft like destinie Doth either good or ill decree Desert is borne out of his bow Reward vpon his feet doth go What fooles are they that haue not knowne That loue likes no lawes but his owne 3 My song they be of Cyntihas praise I weare herrings on hollidaies On euery tree I write her name And euery day I reade the same Where honor Cupids riuall is There miracles are seene of his 4 If Cinthia craue her ring of me I blot her name out of the tree If doubt do darken things held deere Then well fare nothing once a yeere For many run but one must win Fooles only hedge the Cuckoo in 5 The worth that worthinesse should moue Is loue which is the bowe of loue And loue as well the foster can As can the mighty Noble-man Sweet Saint t is true you worthie be Yet without loue nought worth to me ALTVS AWay with these selfe louing lads whom Cupids arrow neuer glads away poore soules that sigh and weepe in loue of those that lye and sleepe for Cupid is a medow God and forceth none to kisse the rod. BASSVS AWay with these selfe louing lads whom Cupids arrow neuer glads Away poore soules that sigh and weepe in loue of those that lye and sleepe for Cupid is a medow God and forceth none to kisse the rod. TENOR AWaie with these selfe louing lads whom Cupids arrow neuer glads A way poore soules that sigh and weepe in loue of those that lye and sleepe for Cupid is a me dow god and forceth none to kisse the rod. My Lord Chamberlaine his galliard CANTVS BASSVS
wasts While the son from his sphere His fierie arrows casts Making all the shadowes flie Playing staying in the groue To entertaine the stealth of loue Thither sweet loue let vs hie Flying dying in desire Wingd with sweet hopes and heau'nly fire Come away come sweet loue Doe not in vaine adorne Beauties grace that should rise Like to the naked morne Lillies on the riuers side And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne Desire no beauties but their owne Ornament is nurce of pride Pleasure measure loues delight Hast then sweet loue our wished flight ALTVS COme away come sweet Loue the goulden morning breakes Teach thine armes then All the earth all the aire of Loue and pleasure speakes Eies were made for to embrace And sweet ro sie lips to kisse And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse beauties grace Vew ing ru ing Loue long paines Procurd by beauties rude disdaine BASSVS COme away come sweete Loue the All the earth all the ayre of goul den morning breakes Teach thine Loue and pleasure speakes Eies were armes then to embrace And sweet rosie made for beauties grace Vewing ruing lips to kisse And mixe our soules in Loue long pains Procurd by beouties mutuall blisse rude dis-daine TENOR COme awaie come sweet loue the goulden morning breakes Teach thine armes then All the earth all the aire of loue and pleasure speaks Eies were made for to embrace And sweete rosie lips to kisse And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse beauties grace Vew ind ruing Loue lōg pains Procurd by beauties rude disdaine XII CANTVS REst a while you cruell cares be not more seuere thē loue beauty kils beautie spares sweet smiles sad sighs re moue Laurae fayre queen of my delight Come grāt me loue in loues de spite and if I euer faile to honor thee Let this heauen ly sight I see be as darke as hel to me If I speake my words want waite Am I mute my hart doth breake If I sigh she feares deceit Sorrow then for me must speake Cruel vnkind with fauour view The wound that first was made by you And if my torments fained be Let this heauenly light I see Be as darke as hell to me Neuer houre of pleasing rest Shall reuiue my dying ghost Till my soule hath repossest The sweet hope which loue hath lost Laura redeeme the soule that dies By fury of thy murdering eies And if it proues vnkind to thee Let this heauenly light I see Be as darke as hell to me ALTVS REst a while you cruell cares be not more seuere then loue beauty kils and beauty spares and sweet smiles sad sighs re moue Laura faire queene of my de light come grant me loue in loues de-spite and if I euer faile to honor thee let this hea uenly light I see be as darke as hel to me BASSVS REst a while you cruell cares be not more seuere thē loue beauty kils beauty spares sweet smiles sad sighs re moue Laura faire queen of my delight come grant me loue in loues despite and if I euer faile to honour thee let this heau'nly light I see be as darke as hell to me TENOR REst a while you cru ell cares be not more seuere then Loue beauty kils and beauty spares and sweete smiles sad sighes remoue Laura faire queene of my delight come grant me loue in loues de-spite and if I euer faile to honor thee let this heau'nly light I see be as darke as hell to me XIII CANTVS SLeep wayward thoughts and rest you with my loue Let not Touch not proud hands lest you her an ger moue But pine my loue be with my loue dis easd Thus wile she sleeps I sor-row for yon with my long-ings long dis-pleasd her sake So sleeps my loue and yet my loue doth wake But ô the fury of my restles feare The hidden anguish of my flesh desires The glories and the beauties that appeare Between her browes neere Cupids closed fires Thus while she sleeps moues sighing for hir sake So sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake My loue doth rage and yet my loue doth rest Feare in my loue and yet my loue secure Peace in my loue and yet my loue opprest Impatient yet of perfect temprature Sleepe dainty loue while I sigh for thy sake So sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake ALTVS SLeepe waiward thoughts and rest you with my loue let not my loue be with my Touch not proud handes least you her an ger moue but pine you with my longing loue diseasd Thus while she sleepes I sorrow for her sake so sleeps my loue ij and yet long displeasd and yet my loue doth wake BASSVS SLeepe waiward thoughts and rest Touch not proud handes least you you with my loue let not my loue be with my her anger moue but pine you with my longings loue diseasd Thus while she sleepes I sorrow for long displeasd her sake so sleepes my loue so sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake TENOR SLeep waiward thoughts and rest you with my loue let not my loue be with my loue Touch not proud handes least you her an-ger moue But pine you with my longings long diseasd Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake so sleeps my loue ij and yet ij displeasd my loue doth wake XIIII CANTVS AL ye whō loue or fortune hath betraide All ye that dreame of blisse but liue in greif Al ye whose hopes are e-uer more delaid Al ye whose sighes ij or sicknes wants releife Lend eares and teares to me most haples man that sings my sorrewes ij like the dying Swanne Care that consumes the heart with inward paine Paine that presents sad care in outward vew Both tyrant like enforce me to complaine But still in vaine for none my plaints will rue Teares sighes and ceaseles cries alone I spend My woe wants comfort and my sorrow end ALTVS ALl ye whom loue or fortune hath betraide betraide all yee that dream of blisse but liue in griefe are euermore delaid All ye whose sighes ij or sicknesse wants re-liefe lend eares and teares ij to me most haples man that sings my sorrowes sorrowes my sorrowes like the dying Swan BASSVS ALl ye whō loue or fortune hath betraide but liue in griefe ye whose hopes are euermore delaid all ye whose sighs whose sighs or sicknes wants relief lend ears and teares ij ij to me ij most haples man that sings my sorrows my sorrowes like the dying Swan TENOR ALl ye whom loue or fortune hath betraide All ye that dream of blisse but liue in griefe in grief all ye whose hopes are eu-ermore euermore delaid delaid all ye whose sighes or sicknesse wants reliefe lend eares and teares to me most haples man most haples man that sings my sorrowes sorrowes my sorrowes like the dying swanne XV. CANTVS WI lt thou vnkind thus reaue me of my harte ii and so leaue me ii Farewell ii but yet or ere I part O cruell kisse