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A00693
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Ayres: by Alfonso Ferrabosco
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Ferrabosco, Alfonso, ca. 1575-1628.
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1609
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STC 10827; ESTC S106697
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AYRES BY Alfonso Ferrabosco LONDON Printed by T. SNODHAM for IOHN BROVVNE and are to be sould at his shoppe in S. Dunstones Church-yard in Fleetstreet 1609. TO THE MOST EQVALL TO HIS BIRTH AND ABOVE all Titles but his owne Vertue Heroique Prince Henry Excellent Prince THat which was wont to accompany all Sacrifices is now become a Sacrifice MVSIQVE And to a Composition so full of Harmony as yours what could bee a fitter Offring The rather since they are the Offerers first fruits and that he giues them with pure hands J could now with that solemne industry of many in Epistles enforce all that hath beene said in praise of the Faculty and make that commend the worke but J desire more the worke should commend the Faculty And therefore suffer these few Ayres to owe their Grace rather to your Highnesse iudgement then any others testimonie J am not made of much speach Onely J know them worthy of my Name And therein J tooke paynes to make them worthy of Yours Your Highnesse most humble Seruant Alfonso Ferrabosco TO MY EXCELLENT FRIEND ALFONSO FERRABOSCO TO vrge my lou'd Alfonso that bold fame Of building Townes and making wilde Beasts tame Which Musique had or speake her knowne effects That she remoueth cares sadnesse eiects Declineth anger perswades clemency Doth sweeten mirth and heighten pietie And is to'a body often ill inclinde No lesse a soueraigne cure then to the minde To'alledge that greatest men were not asham'd Of old euen by her practise to be fam'd To say indeed she were the Soule of Heauen That the eight Spheare no lesse then Planets seauen Mou'd by her order And the ninth more high Including all were thence call'd Harmony I yet had vtter'd nothing on thy part When these were but the praises of the Art But when I haue saide The proofes of all these be Shed in thy Songs T is true But short of thee Ben Ionson TO THE WORTHY AVTHOR MVsicks maister and the offspring Of rich Musicks Father Old Alfonso's Image liuing These faire flowers you gather Scatter through the Brittish soile Giue thy fame free wing And gaine the merit of thy toyle Wee whose loues affect to praise thee Beyond thine owne deserts can neuer raise thee By T. Campion Doctor in Physicke AMICISS ET PRAESTANTISSIMO IN RE MVSICA ALFONSO FERRABOSCO PErcellis oro mitte animam meam O diue Syren vinculaque auribus Iniecta soluas nec potenti Perpetuo moriar camaenâ Ardore rapta mens furit entheo Scanditque Lunam circuit aethera Ter millies coelo reposta Et totiès relocata terris O Musicae artis quanta potentia Ferra-bosco Non in ferarum solavagum nemus Sed in virorum plus cateruas Participes melioris aurae Alsonse dux rex Lyrici gregis Pulsare dignus coelicolum lyram Excellis omnes sic canendo Sempèr vt ipse sies canendus N. Tomkins I. LIke Hermit poore in place obscure I meane to spend my dayes of endlesse doubt To waile such woes as time cannot recure Where none but Loue shall finde mee out And at my gates dispaire shall dispaire shal linger still To let in death whēloue fortune when Loue and Fortune will II. COme home my troubled thoughts stay and retire Call home your erring fellowes make a stand Follow not still the coulours of desire False are her wishes cruel her command Come then obay this summons come away come away For here vaine hopes for here vaine hopes must serue you for your pay III COme away come away we grow ielous of your stay If you doe not stoppe your eare We shall haue more cause to feare Sirens of the land then they to doubt the Sirens of the Sea IIII. DEere when to thee my sad complaint I make And shew how oft Loue doth my death renue And how afresh I suffer for thy sake I euer feare this answere to insue Who would bewaile the Bird that scapes the snare And euer caught and neuer can beware But my reply is iust that if the eye That sees the danger yet obayes the hart That leades the sence for his delight to dye In that this pray preferres the better part The gayner should haue mercy to forgiue If Beautie be a Tyrant who can liue V. FAine I would but O I dare not Speake my thoughts at full to praise her Speake the best cryes Loue and spare not Thy speech can no higher raise her Thy speach then thy thoughts are lower Yet thy thoughts doth not halfe know her VI. COme my Celia let vs proue while wee may the sweets of loue Time wil not be ours for euer he at length our good wil seuer Spend not then his gifts in vaine Sunnes that set may rise again But if we once loose this light t is with vs perpetuall night Why should wee deferre our ioyes fame and rumour are but toyes Cannot we delude the eyes of a few poore houshold spyes Or his easier eares beguile Thus remoued by our wile T' is no sinne loues fruits to steale But the sweet theft to reueale To be taken to be seene These haue crimes accounted been to be taken to be seene These haue crimes accounted beene VII SO so leaue off this last lamenting kisse which sucks two soules and vapours both away Turne thou ghost that way And let me turne this and let our selues be-night our happy day we aske none leaue to loue nor will we owe any so cheape a death as saying goe We aske none leaue to loue nor wil we owe any so cheape a death as saying goe Goe goe and if that word haue not quite kild thee Ease me with death by bidding me goe to O if it haue let my word worke on me And a iust office on a murderer doe Except it be too late to kill me so Being double dead going and bidding goe VIII YOung and simple though I am I haue heard of Cupids name Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kisse Smoake can neuer burne they say But the flames But the flames that follow may 2 I am not so foule or faire to be proud or to dispaire Yet my lips haue oft obseru'd men that kisse them presse them hard As glad louers vse to doe when their new met loues they wooe 3 Faith t is but a foolish minde yet me thinkes a heat I finde Like thirst longing that doth bide euer one my weaker side Where they say my hart doth moue Venus graunt it be not Loue. 4 If it be alas what then were not Women made for Men As good t is a thing were past that must needes bee done at last Roses that are ouer-blowne grow lesse sweet then fall alone 5 Yet nor Churle nor silken Gull shall my maiden blossome pull Who shall not I soone can tell who shall would I could as well This I know who ere hee be loue hee must or flatter mee IX DRowne not with teares my deerest Loue Those eyes which my