chuse againe sweete if you shrinke I le neuer thinke of loue Fayre if you faile I le iudge all beauty vaine wise if to weake moe wits I le ne uer proue Deare sweete faire wise change shrinke nor be not weake and on my faith my faith shall ne uer breake Earth with her flowers shall sooner heau'n adorne Heauen her bright stars through earths dim globe shall moue Fire heate shall loose and frosts of flames be borne Ayre made to shine as blacke as hell shall proue Earth heauen fire ayre the world transform'd shall vew E're I proue false to faith or strange to you ALTVS DEare if you change I le neuer chuse againe sweet if you shrinke you shrinke I le neuer thinke of loue faire if you faile you faile I le iudge all bewtie vaine wise if to weake to weake moe wits moe wits I le neuer proue deare sweet Deare sweet faire wise change shrinke nor be not weake and on my faith ij my faith shall neuer breake BASSVS DEar if you change I le neuer chuse a gaine sweet if you shrinke you shrinke I le ne uer thinke of loue faire if you faile I le iudge all bewty vaine wise if to weake moe wits I le neuer proue Deare sweet faire wise ij change shrink nor be not weake and on my faith my faith shall neuer break TENOR DEare if you change I le neuer chuse againe sweet if you shrink you shrink I le neuer thinke of loue faire if you faile I le iudge all beauty vaine wise if to weake moe wits I le neuer proue moe wits I le ne uer proue Deare sweet faire wise ii change shrink nor bee not weake and on my faith my faith shall ne uer breake VIII CANTVS BVrst ij forth my teares as-sist my forward griefe And shew what paine im-perious loue prouokes Kind tender lambes lament loues scant reliefe and pine since pensiue care my freedome yoaks O pine to see me pine ij my tender flocks Sad pining care that neuer may haue peace At beauties gate in hope of pitty knocks But mercy sleeps while deepe disdaine encrease And beautie hope in her faire boosome yoaks O greiue to heare my griefe my tender flocks Like to the windes my sighes haue winged beene Yet are my sighes and sutes repaide with mocks I pleade yet she repineth at my teene O ruthles rigor harder the the rocks That both the Shephard kiâ—s his poore flocks ALTVS BVrst burst forth my teares assist my forward greefe And shewe what paine ij imperious Loue prouoaks ij Kind tender lambes la ment ij Loues scant re liefe And pine since pensiue care my fredom yokes ij O pine to see me pine O pine to see me pine to see me pine my tender flocks O pine BASSVS BVrst forth And shew what paine imperious Loue ii prouoaks Kind tender lambs lament Loues scant reliefe and pine since pensiue care my fredom my freedoÌ„ yoaks O pine to see me pine to see me pine my tender my tender flocks TENOR BVrst ij forth my teares asist asist my forward greif And shew what paine paine imperious Loue prouoaks ij Kind tender lambes lament ij Loues scant reliefe re liefe And pine since pensiue care since pensiue care my free dome yoakes O pine to see me pine to see me pine O pine to see me pine my tender flocks IX CANTVS GO christall teares like to the morning showers sweetly weepe in to thy Ladies brest and as the deawes reuiue the dropping flowers so let your drops of pittie be adrest To quicken vp the thoughts of my de-sert which sleeps to sound whilst I from her departe Hast haplesse sighs and let your burning breath Dissolue the Ice of her indurate harte Whose frosen rigor like forgetfull death Feeles neuer any touch of my desarte Yet sighs and teares to her I sacryfise Both from a spotles hart and pacient eyes ALTVS GO christall teares like to the morning showers and sweetly weepe in to thy Ladies brest as the dewes reuiues the dropping flowers so let your drops of pittie be addrest to quicken vp the thoughts of my desert which sleepes too sound whilst I from her from her depart from her depart To quicken BASSVS GO christall teares And sweetlie weepe in to thy Ladyes brest and as the deawes reuiue the dropping flowers so let your drops of pittie be adrest adrest To quicken vp the thoughts of my desert which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart from her departe TENOR GO christall teares like to the morning showers and sweetly weepe in to thy Ladyes brest and ij as the deawes reuiue the drooping flowers so let your drops of pittie be adrest to quicken vp the thoughts the thoughts of my desert which sleeps too sound whilst I from her from her departe ij from her departe to quicken X. CANTVS THinkst thou then by thy fayning sleepe with a proude Or with thy crastie closing thy cruell eyes dis daining To driue me from thy sight when sleepe yeelds more delight such reposing and while sleepe fayned is may not I steale a kisse thy harmles beauty gracing quiet armes embracing O that thy sleepe dissembled Were to a trance resembled Thy cruell eies deceiuing Of liuely sence bereauing Then should my loue requite Thy loues vnkind despite While fury triumpht bouldly In beauties sweet disgrace And liu'd in deepe embrace Of her that lou'de so couldly Should then my loue aspiring Forbidden ioyes desiring So farre exceede the duty That vertue owes to beauty No Loue seeke not thy blisse Beyond a simple kisse For such deceits are harmeles Yet kisse a thousand fould For kisses may be bould When louely sleepe is armlesse ALTVS THinkst thou then by thy fai ning sleepe with a proud disdaining to driue Or with thy craftie clo sing thy cru elleies reposing and while me from thy sight when sleepe yeelds more delight such harmlesse beautie gracing sleepe fained is may not I steale a kisse thy qui-et armes embracing BASSVS THinkst thou then by thy faining Or with thy crafty closing sleepe with a proude disdaining to driue thy cru ell eyes reposing and while me from thy sight when sleep yelds more de sleep fained is may not I steale a light such harmles beautie gracing kisse thy qui et armes embracing TENOR THinkst thou then by thy faining sleepe with a proud disdaining to driue me from thy Or with thy craftie closing thy cru ell eyes reposing while sleepe fained sight when sleepe yeelds more delight such harmeles beauty gracing is may not I steale a kisse thy qui et armes embracing XI CANTVS COme away come sweet loue The goulden morning breakes All the earth all the ayre Of loue and pleasure speakes Teach thine armes then to embrace And sweet ro sie lips to kisse And mixe our Eies were made for beauties grace Vewing ru ing Loue loÌ„g pains Procurd by soules in mutuall blisse beauties rude dis-daine Come awaie come sweet loue The goulden morning
III. If my complaints could passions moue IIII. Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake V. Now O now I needs must part VI. Deare if you change I le neuer chuse againe VII Burst forth my teares VIII Go Cristall teares IX Thinkst thou then by thy faining X. Come away come sweet loue XI Rest a while you cruell cares XII Sleepe wayward thoughts XIII All ye whom loue or fortune hath betraide XIIII Wilt thou vnkind thus reaue me of my hart XV. VVould my conceit that first enforst my woe XVI Come againe sweet loue doth now enuite XVII His goulden locks time hath to siluer turnd XVIII Awake sweet loue thou art returnd XIX Come heauy sleepe XX. Awaie with these selfe louing lads XXI A Galliard for two to plaie vpon one Lute at the end of the booke I. CANTVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuill slaughter stint wrap your wrongs with in à pensiue hart And you my tongue that maks my mouth a minte stamps my thoughts to coyne them words by arte Be still for if you euer doo the like I le cut the string ij that maks the hammer strike But what can staie my thoughts they may not start Or put my tongue in durance for to dye When as these eies the keyes of mouth and harte Open the locke where all my loue doth lye I le seale them vp within their lids for euer So thoughts words and looks shall dye together How shall I then gaze on my mistresse eies My thoughts must haue some vēt els hart wil break My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speake Speake then and tell the passions of desire Which turns mine eies to floods my thoghts to fire ALTVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuill slaughter stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart and you my toung that makes my mouth aminte ij and stamps my thoughts to coine them words by art be still ij for if you euer do the like I le cut the string ij that makes the hammer strike BASSVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuile slaughters stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart wrongs within a pensiue hart that makes my mouth amint to coine them words by arte euer do the like I le cut y e string ij the string that makes y e hāmer strike TENOR VNquiet thoughts your ciuile slaughter stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart and you my tonge my tonge that makes my mouth amint and stampes my thoughts my thoughts to coine ij them words by art be still for if you euer do the like I le cut the string ii that makes the hammer strike II. CANTVS WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who belou'd in Cupids lawes doth glorie who ioyes in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light-god hath not ben made sorry Let him see me ecclipsed from my son with darke clowdes of an earth ij Quite ouer runne Who thinks that sorrowes felte desires hidden Or humble faith in constant honor arm'd Can keepe loue from the friut that is forbidden Who thinks that change is by entreatie charm'd Looking on me let him know loues delights Are treasures hid in caues but kept by Sprights ALTVS WHo euer thinkes or hopes of loue for loue or who beloud in Cupids lawes doth glory Who ioies in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light God hath not bin made sorry Let him see me ij Eclipsed from my son my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer run Quite ouer runne BASSVS WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who beloud in Cupids laws doth glory who ioies in vowes or vows not to remoue who by this light-god hath not bin made sorry Let him see me eclipsed from my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer runne clouds of an earth quite ouer runne let him see TENOR WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who be lou'd in Cupids lawes doth glory Who ioies in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light-god hath not bin made sorry Let him see me eclipsed from my son eclipsed frō my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer runne of an earth quite ouer run III. CANTVS MY thoughts are wingde with hops my hops with loue moūt loue vn to the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes waxeth my de light And whisper this but softly in her cares hope oft doth hang the head and trust shed teares And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry If for mistrust my mistrisse do you blame Say though you alter yet you do not varry As she doth change and yet remaine the same Distrust doth enter harts but not infect And loue is sweetest seasned with suspect If she for this with cloudes do maske her eies And make the heauens darke with her disdaine With windie sighes disperse them in the skies Or with thy teares dissolue them into raine Thoughts hopes loue returne to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before ALTVS MY thoughts are wingde with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes waxeth my delight whisper this but softly in her eares hope oft doth hang the head the head and trust shead teares BASSVS MY thoughts are wingd with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone in clerest night say as she doth in the hea uens mooue in earth so wanes and waxeth my delight and whisper this but softly in her eares her eares hope oft doth hang the hed and trust and trust shed teares TENOR MY thoughts are wingde with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes so wanes waxeth my delight whisper this ij but softly in her eares softly in her eares hope oft doth hang the head and trust shead teares IIII. CANTVS IF my complaints could pas si on s mooue or make loue my passions weare e nough to prooue that my des see wherein I suffer wrong O loue I liue and dye in payrs had gouernd me to long thy wounds do fresh ly bleed in thee thy griefe in my deepe sighes still speakes yet thou doest mee my hart for thy vn kind nes breakes thou saist thou hope when I des paire and when I hope thou makst me hope in vaine canst my harmes re paire yet for re dresse thou letst me still com plaine Can loue be ritch and yet I want Is loue my iudge and yet am I condemn'd Thou plenty hast yet me dost scant Thou made a god and yet thy power contemn'd That I do liue it is thy power That I desire it is thy worth If loue doth make mens liues too sowre
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