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A11064	A booke of ayres, set foorth to be song to the lute, orpherian, and base violl, by Philip Rosseter lutenist: and are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete neere to the Grayhound	Rosseter, Philip, 1567 or 8-1623.; Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. aut	1601 (1601)	STC 21332; ESTC S111881	10,443	49

from men will not returne againe O happie is the soule which heauen ordained to liue in endles peace His life is a pleasing dreame and euerie house his ioyes encrease You ●ea●ie so●ites that loue in seue●'d 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 VII REproue not loue though fondly thou hast lost grea ter hopes by lo uing loue calms abicious spirits from their brests dāger oft re mo uing Let lo●●y humors moūt vpon high down againe like to the wind while priuat thoghts vow'd to loue more peace plesure find Loue and sweete beautie makes the stubborne milde And the coward fearelesse The wretched misers care to bountie turnes Cheering all things cheerelesse Loue chaines the earth and heauen Turnes the Spheare● guides the ●eares in en●●es 〈◊〉 VIII ANd would you faine the reason know why my sad eies so of ten flow my heart ebs ioy when they doe so and loues the moone by whom they go And will you aske why pale I looke t is not with poring on my booke My Mistris cheeke my blond hath tooke for her mine owne hath me forsooke Doe not demaund why I am mute loues silence doth all speech confute They set the noat then tune the Lute harts frame their thoughts then toongs their suit Do enot admire why I admire my feuer is no others fire E●ch se●erall heart hath his desire If why I loue you should see cause loue should haue forme like other lawes But fancie pleads not by the clawes t is as the sea still vext with flawes No fault vpon my loue espie for you perceiue not with my eie My pallate to your tast may lie yet please it selfe deliciously Then let my sufferance be mine owne ●u●●●ceth it these reasons showne Reason and loue 〈…〉 IX WHen Laura smiles her sight re uiues both night and day The earth heauen viewes with de light her wan ton play And her speech with euer flowing musicke doth repaire the cruell wounds of sorrow and vntamd despaire The sprites that remaine in fleeting aire Affect for pastime to vntwine her tressed haire And the birds thinke sweete Aurora mornings Queene doth shine From her bright sphere when Laura shewes her lookes deuine Dianas eyes are not adorn'd with greater power Then Lauras when she lifts awhile for sport to loure But when she her eyes encloseth blindnes doth appeare The chiefest grace of beautie sweetelie seated there Loue hath no fire but what he steals from her bright eyes Time hath no power but that which in her pleasure lyes X. LOng haue mine eies gaz'd with delight conueying hopes vn to my soule in nothing happy but in sight of her that doth my sight controule but now mine eies ii but now mine eies must loose their light My obiect now must be the aire To write in water words of fire And teach sad thoughts how to despaire Dese●● must quarrell with desire For all my comfort this I proue That Venus on the Sea was borne If Seas be calme then doth she loue If stormes arise I am f●r●orne XI THough far from ioy my sorrowes are as far and I both betweene not too low nor yet too high aboue my reach would I bee seene happy is he that so is placed not to be enui'd not bee disdain'd or dis gra ced The higher trees the more stormes they endure Shrubs be troden downe But the meane the golden meane Doth onely all our fortunes crowne XII SHall I come if I swim wide are y e waues you see shall I come if I 〈◊〉 my deer● loue to thee streames Venus will appease Cupid giues me winges all the powers as sist my desire saue you alone that set my wofull heart on fire You are faire so was Hero that in Sestos dwelt She a priest yet the heate of loue truly felt A greater streame then this did her loue deuide 〈◊〉 she was his guide with a light XIII AYe me that loue that loue should natures workes accuse where cruell Laura still her beautie viewes River or cloud●● 〈◊〉 or christall bright are all but seruants of her selfe delight Yet her deformed thoughts she cannot see And that 's the cause she is so sterne to mee Vertue and duetis can no fauour gaine A griefe ● death ●o liue an●●oue i●●●ine XIIII SHall then a traiterous kis or a smile all my delights vnhappily be guiles shall the vow of ●ay●●● loue 〈…〉 regard when true seruice dies negle cted and wants his due reward Deedes meritorious soone be forgot But one offence no time can euer blot Euery day it is renu'd and euery night it bleedes And with bloudy streames of sorrow drownes all our better deedes XV. IF I hope I pine if I feare I faint and die so betweene hope and feare I desp'rat lie looking for ioy 〈…〉 come but hope is blinde ioy deafe and I am dumbe Yet I speake and crie but alas with words of wo And ioy conceiues not them that murmure so He that the eares of ioy will euer pearse Must sing glad noates or speake in happier verse XVI VNlesse there were con sent twixt hell and heauen that grace and wickednes should be combind I cannot make thee thy beauties euen thy face is heauen and tor ture in thy minde for more then worldly blisse is in thy eie and hellish tor ture in thy minde doth lie XVII IF she for sake me I must die shall I tell her so Alas then strait wil she re plie no no no no no. If I disclose my desp'rat state she will but make sport thereat and more vn relenting grow 2 What heart can long such paines abide Fie vppon this loue I would aduenture farte and wide If it would remoue But loue will still my steppes pursue I cannot his wayes eschew Thus still helpeles hopes I proue 3 I doe my loue in lines commend But alas in vaine The costly gifts that I doe find she returnes againe XVIII WHat is a day what is a yeere of vaine delight and pleasure like to a dreame it endlesse dies and from vs like a vapour flies and this is all the fruit that we finde which glorie in worldly trea sure He that will hope for true delight With vertue must be graced Swee●e 〈◊〉 yeelds a bitter tast XIX KInde in vnkindnesse when will you relent and cease with faint loue true loue to tor ment still entertain'd exclu ded still I stand her gloue stil holde but cannot touch the hand In her faire hand my hopes and comforts rest O might my fortunes with that hand be blest No enuious breaths then my deserts could shake For they are good who such true loue doth make O let not beautie so forget her birth That 〈◊〉 ●hould 〈◊〉 home returne 〈…〉 Loue one that onely liues in louing you Whose wrong'd deserts would you with pity view This strange distast which your affections swaies Would relish loue and you find better daies Thus all my happie sight your beautie viewes Whose 〈…〉 XX. WHat then is loue but mourning what desire but a selfe-bur-ning till shee that hates doth loue returne thus will I mourne thus will I sing come away come away my darling Beautie is but a blooming Youth in his glorie entombing Time hath a while which none can stay Then come away while thus I sing Come away come away my darling Sommer in winter fadeth Gloomie night heau'nly light shadeth Like to the morne are Venus flowers Such are her ●●wers ●h●● wi●●●●ing XXI WHether men doe laugh or weepe whether they doe wake or sleepe whether they die yoong or olde whether they ●ee●e heate or colde there is 〈…〉 nothing in true earnest done All our pride is but a iest None are worst and none are best Griefe and ioy and hope and feare Play their Page●●●● euery where Powers aboue in cloudes doe sit Mocking our poore apish wit That so lamely with such ●●ate T●●ir ●●gh gl●ri● 〈…〉

A BOOKE OF AYRES Set foorth to be song to the Lute Orph●rian and ●a●e Violl by Philip Rosseter Lutenist And are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete neere to the Grayhound AT LONOND Printed by Peter Short by the assent of Thomas Morley 1601. TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS AND WORTHY KNIGHT SIR THOMAS MOVNSON SIR the generall voice of your worthines and the manie particular fauours which I haue heard Master Campion with dutifull respect often acknowledge himselfe to haue receiued from you haue emboldned mee to present this Booke of Ayres to your fauourable iudgement and gracious protection especially because the first ranke of songs are of his owne composition made at his vacant houres and priuately emparted to his friends whereby they grew both publicke and as coine crackt in exchange corrupted some of them both words and notes vnrespectiuely challenged by others In regard of which wronges though his selfe neglects these light fruits as superfluous blossomes of his deeper Studies yet hath it pleased him vpon my entreaty to grant me the impression of part of them to which I haue added an equall number of mine owne And this two-faced Janus thus in one bodie vnited I humbly entreate you to entertaine and defend chiefely in respect of the affection which I suppose you beare him who I am assured doth aboue all others loue and honour you And for my part I shall thinke my selfe happie if in anie seruice I may deserue this fauour Your Worships humbly deuoted PH●●●● 〈◊〉 TO THE READER WHAT Epigrams are in Poetrie the same are Ayres in musicke then in their chiefe perfection when they are short and well seasoned But to clogg a light song with a long Praeludium is to corrupt the nature of it Manie rests in Musicke were inuented either for necessitie of the fuge or granted as a harmonicall licence in songs of many parts but in Ayres I find no vse they haue vnlesse it be to make a vulgar and triuiall modulation seeme to the ignorant strange and to the iudiciall tedious A naked Ayre without guide or prop or colour but his owne is easily censured of euerie care and requires so much the more inuention to make it please And as Martiall speakes in defence of his short Epigrams so may I say in th' apologie of Ayres that where there is a full volume there can be no imputation of shortnes The Lyricke Poets among the Greekes and Latines were first inuenters of Ayres tying themselues strictly to the number and value of their sillables of which sort you shall find here onely one song in Saphicke verse the rest are after the fascion of the time eare-pleasing rimes without Arte. The subiect of them is for the most part amorous and why not amorous songs as well as amorous attires Or why not new Ayres as well as new fascious For the Note and Tabl●ture if they satisfie the most we haue our desire let expert masters please themselues with better And if anie light error hath escaped vs the skilfull may easily correct it the vnskilfull will hardly perceiue it But there are some who to appeare the more deepe and singular in their iudgement will admit no Musicke but that which is long intricate bated with fuge chaind with sincopation and where the nature of euerie word is percisely exprest in the Note like the old exploided action in Comedies when it they did pronounce Memeni they would point to the hinder part of their heads if Video put their finger in their eye But such childish obseruing of words is altogether ridiculous and we ought to maintaine as well in Notes as in action a manly cariage gracing no word but that which is eminent and emphaticall Neuertheles as in Poesie we giue the preheminence to the Heroicall Poeme so in Musicke we yeeld the chiefe place to the graue and well inuented Motet but not to euery harsh and dull confused Fantasie where in multitude of points the Harmonie is quite drowned Ayres haue both their Art and pleasure and I will conclude of them as the Poet did in his censure of Catullus the Lyricke and Vergil the Heroicke writer Tantum magna suo debet Verona Catullo Quantum parua suo Mantua Vergilio A Table of halfe the Songs contained in this Booke by T.C. I. My sweetest Lesbia II. Though you are yoong III. I care not for these Ladies IIII. Follow the faire sunne V. My loue hath vowed VI. When to her lute VII Turne backe you wanton flier VIII It fell on a sommers daie IX The Sypres curten X. Follow your Saint XI Faire if you expect admiring XII Thou art not faire XIII See where she flies XIIII Blame not my cheekes XV. When the God of merrie loue XVI Mistris since you so much desire XVII Your faire lookes enflame XVIII The man of life vpright XIX Harke all you Ladies XX. When thou must home XXI Come let vs found with melodie I. MY sweetest Lesbia let vs liue and loue and though the sager sort our deeds re proue let vs not way them heau'ns great lampes doe diue into their west and strait againe re uiue but soone as once set is our little light then must we sleepe one euer during night euer during night When ●ime 〈…〉 my life and fortu●● 〈◊〉 II. THough you are yoong and I am olde though you vaines hot and my bloud colde though youth is moist and age is drie yet embers liue when flames doe die The tender graft is easely broke But who shall shake the sturdie Oke You are more fresh and faire than I Yet stubs doe liue when flowers doe die Thou that thy youth doest vainely boast Know buds are soonest nipt with frost Thinke that thy fortune still doth crie Thou foole to morrow thou must die III. I Care not for these Ladies that must be woode and praide Giue me kind A ma rillis the wan ton coun trey maide Nature art disdaineth her beautie is her owne Her when we court kisse she cries forsooth let go but when we come where comfort is she ne uer will say no. If I loue Amarillis She giues me fruit and flowers But if we Loue these Ladies We must giue golden showers Give them 〈…〉 These Ladies must haue pillowes And beds by strangers wrought Giue me a Bower of willowes Of mosse and leaues vn●●ught And fresh Amarillis IIII. FOllowe thy faire sunne vnhappy shaddowe though thou though thou be blacke as night and she made all of light yet follow thy faire sunne vn hap pie shaddowe Follow her whose light thy light depriueth Though here thou liu'st disgrac't And she in heauen is plac't Yet follow her whose light the world reuiueth Follow these 〈◊〉 beames ●hose beau●ie 〈◊〉 Follow her while yet her glorie shineth There comes a luckles night That will dim all her light And this the black vnhappie shade deuineth V. My loue hath vowd hee will for sake mee and I am al rea die sped Far o ther pro mise he

did make me when he had my mai den head If such danger be in playing and sport must to earnest turne I will go no more a maying 2 Had I foreseene what is ensued And what now with paine I proue Vnhappie then I had eschewed This vnkind euent of loue Maides foreknow their owne vndooing But feare naught till all is done When a man alone is wooing 3 Dissembling wretch to gaine thy pleasure What didst thou not vow and sweare So didst thou rob me of the treasure Which so long I held so deare Now thou prou'st to me a stranger Such is the vile guise of men When a woman is in danger 4 That hart is neerest to misfortune That will trust a fained toong VVhen flattring men our loues importune They entend vs deepest wrong If this 〈◊〉 of loues 〈◊〉 VI. WHen to her lute Corrina sings her voice reuiues the lea den stringes and doth in highest noates appeare as any challeng'd eccho cleere but when she doth of mour ning speake eu'n with her sighes her sighes ii the strings do breake the strings do breake And as her lute doth liue or die Led by her passion so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doth of 〈…〉 VII TVrne backe you wanton flyer and answere my de sire with mutuall greeting Yet bende a lit tle neerer true beauty stil shines cleerer in closer meeting Harts with harts delighted should striue to be v ni ted either others armes with armes enchay ning harts with a thought rosie lips with a kisse still en tertai ning What haruest halfe so sweete is As still to reape the kisses Growne ripe in sowing And 〈…〉 〈…〉 There 's no strickt obseruing Of times or seasons changing There is euer one fresh spring abiding Then what we sow with our lips VIII IT fell on a sommers day while sweete Bessie sleeping laie in her ●owre on her bed light with curtaines shadowed la my came shee him spies opning halfe her hea uie eies Iamy stole in through the dore She lay slumbring as before Softly to her he drew neere She heard him yet would not heare Bessie vow'd not to speake She dreamp't not what he would doo But still slept while he smild To see loue by steepe beguild IX THe Sypres curten of the night is spread and o uer The weaker cares by sleepe are conquered but I a all a si lent dewe is cast lone with hi dious griefe a gast In s pite of Mor pheus charmes a watch doe keepe o uer mine eies to ba nish carelesse sleepe Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintnes close And then the Mappe of hell before me stands Which Ghosts doe see and I am one of those Ordain'd to pine in sorrowes endles bands Since from my wretched soule all hopes are reft And now no cause of life to me is left Griefe ceaze my soule for that will still endure When my cra●'d bodie is consum'd and gone X. FOllow your Saint follow with accets sweet There wrapt in cloud of Haste you sad noates fall at her flying feete But if she scorns my sorrowe pitie moue And tell the rauisher of my soule I pe rish for her loue ne uer ceasing paine Then burst with sighing in her sight And nere re turne a gaine All that I soong still to her praise did tend Still she was first still she my songs did end Yet she my loue and Musicke both doeth flie The Musicke that her Eccho is and beauties simpathie Then let my Noates pursue her scornefull flight and dyed for her delight XI FAire if you ex pect ad miring sweet if you prouoke de si ring grace deere Fond but if thy sight be blindnes false if thou af fect vnkindnes flie both loue with kinde re qui ring loue and loues de ligh ting Then when hope is lost and loue is scorned lie bury my desires and quench the fires that euer yet in vaine haue burned Fates if you rule louers fortune Stars if men your powers importune Yield reliefe by your relenting XII THou art not faire for all thy red white for all those Thou art not sweet though made of meet delight not faire not ●o sie or na●ments in thee sweet vnlesse thou pi tie mee I will not sooth thy fancies thou shall proue That beauty is no beau tie without loues Yet loue not me nor seeke thou to allure My thoughts with beutie were it more deuine Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure 〈…〉 in those armes of thine XIII SEe where she flies enrag'd from me view her when she intends de Her fu rie mou'd such terror makes as to a fearfull guiltie spite the winde is not more swift then shee sprite the voice of heau'ns huge thun der cracks But when her appeased minde yeelds to de light All her thoughts are made of ioies millions of de lights inuen ting Other plea sures are but toies to her beauties sweete conten ting My fortune hangs vpon her brow For as she smiles or frownes on mee So must my blowne affections bow And her proude thoughts too well do find W●●● what vnequall tyranni● Though when her sad planet raignes Froward she bee She alone can pleasure moue And displeasing sorrow banish May I 〈◊〉 still hold her loue XIIII BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be the kind ly To che rish it that is dis maid by thee who art so heate ●●k● my heart is flowne cru ell and vn steedfast growne For na ture cald for by distressed harts neg lects and quite for sakes the out ward partes But they whose cheekes with careles blood are stain'd Nurse not one sparke of loue within their harts And when they woe they speake with passion fain'd For their 〈◊〉 loue lyes in their outward parts XV. WHen the god of merrie loue as yet in his cradle lay thus his wither'd nurse did say Thou a wanton boy wilt proue to deceius the powers aboue for by thy continuall smiling I see thy power of beguiling Therewith she the babe did kisse When a sodaine fire out came From those burning lips of his That did her with loue enfame But 〈◊〉 would regard the ●●me XVI MIstris since you so much desire to know the place of Cupids fire in your faire shrine that flame doth rest yet neuer harbourd in your brest it bides not in your lips so sweet nor where the rose and lil lies meete but a little higher 〈…〉 ii ii there there O there lies Cupids fire 〈◊〉 in those 〈◊〉 pearcing eyes There Cupid● 〈…〉 Nor w●●● for a smi●e or kis●e XVII YOur faire lookes enflame my desire quench it a-gaine with loue Stay O striue not still to retire doe not in humane proue 〈…〉 ●erswade loues pleasures d●●r● de nie not hee●e is a si lent grouie shade O tar rie then and flie not Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight In this vnhaunted groue Time shall