fill Could he but revel't in thy Ayre One houre he 'd sweare thy soul is there Thou 'lt tempt take but thy Lute in hand Euridice againe to Land Who Ravisht with one carelesse glance May safely venture t'other dance On fatall Serpents lul'd in th' armes Of thy soft notes they 'l need no charmes Labour but on thy strings they 'l throng Themselves into a Swans last song Where every note will ring the knell Of some dead baffled Philomel E. D. ex AE de Christi On that incomparable Master of Musick Dr WILSON SIR such in sounds your skill 's that while you 're here Oxfords not only Englands eye but Eare So at a shake of yours our passions flow As if you reacht our Heartstrings with your Bow Touch your Theorboe and round all our souls Like Unisons the restlesse Quaver rouls Your * Schoole did never so deserve its name As since your ravishing Rhetorick thither came No lofty style like Ela can command No Figures like the postures of your Hand How have I seen souls melting through the Eyes Ears chaind tongues silent at your Melodies Like Orpheus Rivers Beasts Stones Birds you move When Tears wrath Fiercenesse and Winged Love Follow your Tunes such Majesty attends Your strokes that Law comes from your Fingers ends The Spartans Musick made them fight die Your's would have made them to graspe Victorie No wonder then if Poets find their Feet When with such all Commanding notes they meet Praise is an Echo to good deeds then fit It is good Musick should have most of it A. C. To his honoured Friend Dr JOHN WILSON upon his most excellent Book of Ayres LEnd my Muse wings and with them I will dare To soare aloft in your much clearer Ayre Where your harmonious sphere is known to move With sweeter Accents then those doe above Did now Promethius live hee 'd find a way Not only for to animate meere Clay Hee d aske for pure Ayre not for Jove's fire That he might some harmonious soules inspire Musick 's compleatest parts you here have set Only that wee might find them more compleat Toth' envy of our Nation here you shew Musicks perfection perfected by you To the great Master of Musick Dr J. WILSON upon his most excellent Book of Ayres THe soul 's a Symphony Th' harmonious blast The perfect Ayre of the great Protoplast No wonder then if thy Diviner Note Betrà y my soul make mine invention dote Stir'd by thy Musick from each melting string Didst thou not Cheat me of my soule I 'de sing I 'de Praise thy Vertues but thy sweetest Quire Bids me give audience only and Admire Each stroake speaks WILSON and whoever plays Sings a new Anthem to his lasting praise 'T is WILSON speakes each neatly warbled straine Is but the Echo of th' inventors braine Not Death nor Time can e're eclipse thy Fame While each string from thy Book thus sounds thy Name Ne're feare Oblivion then Thy Glory shall Know none but what 's the worlds great Funerall N. M. To my honoured Friend JOHN WILSON Doctor of Musick on his excellent Book of Ayres AS Friends do meet whom nobler love hath joyn'd And made though sev'rall bodies yet one mind Who count themselves to live not 'cause they move And have a being but because they love Who when they view think all their soules i' th' eye Or if they touch think it i' th' hand to lye So doe I meet your Ayres they have the art Of drawing all my soule into that part Which they affect and if I chance to heare Them strook am forc'd to wish my selfe all eare I doe not wonder that the King did * call WILSON ther 's more words let 's heare them all Such was your skill that what the rest o' th' Court Perhaps thought long Judicious eares thought short Excellent Artist whose sweet straines devoure Time swift as they and make dayes seem an houre But what need more since 't is enough to tell But this King Charles hath heard and lik'd them well J. H. O. C. To that Excellent Musitian the AUTHOR 'T IS well the Musick of the rowling Sphaeres Doth not arive to prepossesse our eares That they may entertaine thy Nobler Layes Which might embody'd Angels charme and raise Woods into Trances Let none that at least Hath not a Siren Templ'd in his breast Pollute thy songs And in whose every note A Quire of Muses playes about his throat That may call out the soule and make it run In a Triumphant Chariot 'bove the Sun Could others but discerne that Golden vaine Of Art those Graces that breath in each straine Of thy composures then they might know what In part to judge o th' Learned travaile that Teaches thy notes to command Raptures so But by that selfe-concealing art we know Thine eyes are priviledg'd in thy frames to spye Those silken strings that fine Embrodery To my worthy Friend that incomparable Musitian Dr JOHN WILSON on his Book of Songs of three Parts WHy should I loade with barren praise A head so often wreath'd with Bayes Or make the greedy Reader looke For something good besides the Book These dirty lines the rest will soyle And hardly serve to be their foyle Yet since the Author will impart Unto the gaping world his Art I 'le let it know what it ne're thought What can't be learned may be bought Least men inestimable call It still and so not buy 't at all Thus o're faire Structures of 't we set A Bill this House is to be Let Some too perhaps who yet ne're knew Great WILSON what we owe to you When they shall on the Title page See Ballads first come on the Stage Will thinke because the word so grosse is These songs are fit for Market Crosses I 'le tell 'um they 're authentick grown And Rimers now put Poets downe And yet I will the Muses call Apollo and the Poets all And bid them tell me if they e're Had better Offrings then are here Call any Nobler if they durst Since they frequented Hibla first Some humane More divine the odds Is this men made some More the Gods Thus in a day serene and cleare Some sullen clouds fixt here and there Make angry Phebâ—s mend his ray And add more luster to the day Thus in fayre nights the Heavens are Not set with one continued starre But here and there a patch of night Doth recompence the rest with light Now could the trembling aire convey These sounds where Troys foundations lay Each scatterd stone would shew his head Though long in ruines buryed And being ravisht leap to take The station which it did forsake And thou Brave WILSON with thy hand Amphion like shouldst charming stand So should each higher note have powre For to erect a lofty Towre And when a deeper tone should sound To sinck a Cellar vnder ground Then might I question which would tell Lowder thy Fame Quart pot or Bell. I 've done 't is time the
never rise 'till shee can dresse her beauties at thine eyes Cantus Primus J. Wilson I Would have thee Merry Laugh and Smile and then look grave and sad In ev'ry humour but a while make Love as 't is that's Mad I would have thy dresse in Severall shapes like Proteus carv'd not he in humour a meer Jack-an-apes then a grave Monkey be Cantus Primus J. Wilson IN The merry Month of May On a Morne by breake of day forth I Walked the woods so wide when as May was in her pride there I spyed all alone Pbilliday with Coridon 2. Much a doe there was god wot He could Love but shee could not His Love Hee said was ever true Nor was mine e're false to you He said he had Lov'd her long Shee said Love should have no wrong 3. Coridon would Kisse her then Shee said Maids must kisse no men 'Till they kist for good and all Then Shee made the Shepheards call All the godds to witnesse footh Ne're was lov'd a fairer youth 4. Then with many a pretty Oath As yea and nay and faith and troath Such as silly Sheapheards use When they will not Love abuse Love that had been long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Philliday with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May FAine would I Cloris whom my heart adores longer a while between thine Armes remaine But loe the Jealous morne Her Rosy doores to Spight mee opes and brings the day againe Farewell farewell Cloris 't is time I Dy'de the Night departs yet still my woes abide DEere give mee a thousand kisses pay the dept thy Lipps doe owe Let the number of those Blisses to ten thousand thousand grow 'till to infinites they Flow Let the sweet perfum'd treasure of thy breath my Spirits fill enjoying endlesse pleasures breaths rebreathing let us still breathe one Breath and wish one will Cantus Primus J. Wilson LAwne as white as driven Snow Cypresse black as ere was Crow Gloves as sweet as Damaske Roses Maskes for Faces and for Noses Bugle Braceletts Necklace Amber Persumes for a Ladyes Chamber Golden Coyses and stomachers for my Ladds for To give their Deer's Pinns and Poting sticks Pinns And poting sticks of steele what Maids lack what What from head to heele what Come buy of mee come Come buy come buy buy Ladds or else your Lasses cry come buy Cantus Primus J. Wilson GOE weather-beaten thoughts with storme of teares that issue From your selfe conceived sorrow prize her hard heart presse her unwilling eares to Heare my nights unrest my grieving Morrow Tell her the harbour where your Selves doe dwell is my poore heart whereon you beate so sore as does the clapper on a restles bell Ring for the soules that wee shall see no more And sighs make knowne my will is made to her to her that hath my heart for Legacy Then burst your swellings home And in smoake vade to be a witnesse to the standers by that they may testify How much I Lov'd her and shee repent that all this never mov'd her Cantus Primus J. Wilson GOE restlesse thoughts fly from your Masters breast and seeke out her that Causeth thus my griefe presse to her heart letting it never rest untill from her you bring with You reliefe Tell her you come from one that 's deadly sick a bleeding heart Whose wounds cannot be healed by any others pollicy or witt but by a Love which hath been long concealed Pitty perchance may move this sweet effect and change her minde into some better moode Pray heavens her favour So on you reflect that in your suit you may be understood Then must you Bridle your unruly tongue and speake her praises and forget your wrong Cantus Primus J. Wilson IF my Lady bid beginne Shall I say No 't is a sinne If shee bidd mee Kisse and play Shall I shrinke Cold Foole away If Shee clap my Cheekes and spye little Cupids in my eye gripe my hand and Stroake my haire shall I like a faint heart feare No no no let those that Lye in dismall dungeons and would dye dispaire and feare Let those that Cry they are forsaken and would flye quit their fortunes mine Are free Hope makes mee Hardy so does Shee Cantus Primus J. Wilson TEll mee where the beauty lyes in my Mistresse or mine eyes is shee fayre I made her so Beauty doth from likeing grow Be shee fayrer whiter than Venus Doves or Leda's Swanne What 's that Beauty if neglected seen of all of None respected Then let my Mistresse that I love her think her fayre Cause I approve Her Cantus Primus J. Wilson BOast not blind boy that I 'me thy prize 't was not thy Dart but those that Feather'd with her eyes first strooke my heart Th' ill tuter'd shafts and Childish Bow on faintly loving hearts bestowe I Vaunt my flame and dare desye Those Bugbeare fires Which only serve to terrify Fooles fond desires Hoard up for such thy painted flame As tremble when they heare thy name My heart thy fire nor shafts could pierce But holy flashes Swifter then lightning and more fierce Burnt mine to ashes Where lett them sleepe in unknown rest Since Fate concludes their Urne her breast COme thou Father of the Spring Come Zephirus and while we sing Spread thy Nectar-dewed wings over all this place below that from hence such Sweet may grow Hybla shall envy at the shew that the Nymphs and higher Powers may cast their eyes out at their Bowers and descend to pluck thy Flowers Whence a rich perfume shall rise to swell the Ayre and pierce the Skies Sweeter then a Sacrifice Cantus Primus J. Wilson SIr this my little Mistresse here did ne're pretend to Peters Chaire nor No Benefice shee ever sold nor Pardon nor dispence for Gold shee Any Triple Crowne did weare and yet shee is a Pope No Kings her Scarcely is a quarter old and yet shee is a Pope Feet did ever Kisse or had worse looks from Her then this Nor doth shee ever Hope to Saint men with the Rope and yet shee is a Pope A female Pope you 'l say a second Ioane but sure this is Pope Innocent or none Cantus Primus N. Lanneir NO No I tell thee no Though from thee I Must goe Yet my Heart saies not so It swears by Stella's eyes in whose darting surprize It in Loves fetters lies It swears by those Roses and Lillies so White And those Rubies so Bright Ne're to part ne're to part from my Deare deare delight Cantus Primus R. Johnson FOr ever let thy heavenly Tapers on the Married brightly shine And never may un-sacred vapours drowne those glorious flames of thine O Hymen That their Hands their Hands dost joyne untill thy Rayes to darknesse turne With thy high Praise with thy high praise our hearts shall burne our Hearts shall burne Cantus Primus J. Wilson FLy hence shadowes that doe Keepe watchfull sorrowes Charm'd in sleepe Though the eyes be overtaken yet
Reader see The difference 'twixt Thee and Mee I 'le only say thy sacred brow Shall not be crown'd with Laurell now Stay then till wee together can Thy Master Crowne and Thee his Man R. R. Cheerefull Ayres or Ballads for three voyces CANTUS PRIMUS Cantus Primus J. Wilson WWhen Troy Towne for ten years warre withstood the Greeks in manfullwise yet did their foes increase so fast that to resist none could suffice Waste lye those Walls that were so good and Corne now growes where Troy Towne stood Cantus Primus J. Wilson FRom the faire Lavinian Shore I your Markets come to store Muse not though so farr I dwell and my wares come here to sell Such is the sacred hunger of gould then come to my pack while I cry what d'ye lack what d'ye buy for here it is to be sold Cantus Primus J. Wilson WIll you buy any Honesty come away I sell it openly by day I bring no forced lights nor Candle to cozen you come buy and handle This will shew the great Man good the Tradesman where he sweares and lyes the Lady of a Noble blood the City Dame to rule her Eyes You are Rich men now come buy and then I will make you richer honest honest men Cantus Primus R. Johnson FUll fathome five thy Father lyes of his bones are Corrall made those are pearles that were his eyes nothing of him that doth fade but doth suffer a Sea change into something rich and strange Sea Nymphs hourly ring his knell Hark now I heare them Ding Dong Bell Ding Dong Ding Dong Bell Cantus Primus R. Johnson WHere the Bee sucks there suck I in a Cowslips Bell I lye there I couch When Owles doe cry on the Batts Back I doe fly after Summer merrily Merrily Merrily shall I live now under the Blossome that hangs on the Bough Merrily Merrily shall I live now under the Blossome that Hangs on the Bough Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHen Love with unconfined wings hovers within my gates And My Divine Althea brings to whisper at my Grates When I lye tangled in her haire and Fetter'd in her eye The Birds that wanton in the Ayre Know no such Liberty Cantus Primus J. Wilson HAve you any work for the Sowgelder hoe My horne goes to high to lowe To to lowe Have you any Piggs Calves or Colts Have you any Lambs in your holts to cut for the stone here comes a cunning one Have you any Brauches to Spay'd or e're a fayre Mayde that would be a Nun come Kisse mee 't is done Hark how my merry horne doth blow to high to lowe To high to lowe to lowe Cantus Primus R. Johnson COme hither you that Love and heare me sing of Joyes still growing greene Fresh and Lusty as the pride of Spring and ever blowing Come hither youths that Blush and dare not know what is desire and old men worse then you that Cannot blow one sparke of Fire And with the power of my Enchanting Song Boyes shall be able men and old and ould men young Cantus Primus J. Wilson YOung Thirsis lay in Phillis lap and gazing on her eye priz'd life too Meane for such good hap and fayne the Lad would dye When Phillis who the Force did prove of Love as well as he Cry'd to him stay a while my Love and I will dye with thee So did these happy Lovers dye but with so little Paine that Both to Life immediately returne to dye againe KAwasha comes in Majesteé was never such a god as hee The Worthy's they were nine 't is true and lately Arthurs Knights we Knew He is come from a farr Cuntreé To make our nose a Chimneé a Chimneé But now are come up of Worthies new the Roaring Boyes Kawasha's Crew Kawasha's crew Silanus Asse doth Leere to see this well appointed Companeé But if Silanus Asse should bray 't would make them Roare and run away A Hey a Hey a Hey for and a Hoe a Hey for and a Hoe Wee 'le make this great Potan Drinke off Silanus Cann Wee 'le make Sylen fall downe and cast him in a Swoune And when that he well drunke is returne To see our men of Ire of of all him turne him to his Munkey's from whence he came More Insence Snuffing Puffing Smoake and Fire like fell Dragoone Hath been burned at great Kawasha's foot then to Sylen or Bacchus Both or take in Iove to boote Wherefore then yeeld or quit the field Cantus Primus J. Wilson CAst your Capps and Cares away this is the Beggers Holiday In the world look out and see where 's so happy a King as he At the Crowning of our King Thus we ever Dance and Sing Where the Nation live so free And so happy as doe wee Be it Peace or be it Warre Here at Liberty we are Hang all Officers we cry And the Magistrates too by And enjoy our Ease and Rest To the Fields wee are not Prest Nor are When the Subsidy 's encreast Wee are not a Penny Ceast Nor will Call'd into the Towne To be troubled with a Gowne Any goe to Law With a Begger for a Straw All which happinesse he Braggs He doth owe unto his Raggs Cantus Primus J. Wilson DOE not feare to put thy feet Naked in the River sweet Think not Neute nor Leech nor Toade will bite thy foote when thou hast trode Nor let the Waters rising high nor as thou wad'st in make thee Cry and sob but ever live with mee and not a wave shall trouble thee Cantus Primus J. Wilson THoughts doe not vexe me while I Sleepe Griefe doe not doe not move mee Smile not false hope while I weepe Shee cannot love mee Had I been as cold and Nice and as often turning then as shee had I been Ice and Shee as I now burning Teares flow no more from my swolne eyes Sighes doe not so oppresse mee Stop not your Eares at my Cryes O but release mee Were you but as sad as I And as full of mourning Very griefe would make you dye At least leave off your scorning WHO so complaineth gaineth ost Loves just reward Who so resraineth paineth dyeing Sans regard then will I make a vertue of my needing And spare no speech since words cause Loves best speeding O you sad lines Proceeding bleeding shew my grev'd heart's exceeding needing Tell her My sad story will impaire her glory If shee smile when I am sorry Cantus Primus J. Wilson COme Silent night and in thy gloomy shade hide my dispaire all those that Trade with griefe doe hate reliefe and can think nothing faire but thy dark Mantle in whose misty Ayre Contemning breath they grope for death Oh come and stay banish the light-some day the harmes that are not seene Be but as though they had not been Cantus Primus J. Wilson COme Constant Hearts that so prevaile that ev'ry passion putts in baile my Innocence shall dare as farr to give the Tyrant open warre if warm'd
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
from Surges Rocks and Sand Kisse her and Stroake her and set her a Land Cantus Primus J. Wilson YOu say you love mee nay can sweare it too but stay Sir 'T will not doe I know you keepe your Oathes just as you weare your Cloaths while new and fresh in fashion but once growne old you lay them by forgot like words you speake in passion I 'le not believe you I. Cantus Primus J. Wilson HEnce with this wedlock Chaine and Smart I 'le not have People laugh at me for wearing shackles on my heart and live engag'd that might live Free I 'le keep my Freedome all I can and never live a Mar-ri-ed man You that have servile mindes may marry and con-fine your selves to one I will not from my nature vary which like a thousand yet Love none But keep my freedome all I can and never live a Married man Cantus Primus J. Wilson SO have I seene a Silver Swann as in a watry looking Glasse viewing her whi-ter forme and then Courting her Selfe with lovely grace As now shee doth her selfe her selfe admire Being at once the fu-ell and the fire Cantus Primus J. Wilson VIew'st thou that poore penurious payre of Lovers how they Bill Instructed not by wanton faire but by a Mutuall will Such needlesse aydes these Wretches scorne they finde out hid desires which in each others minde being borne begets them to new fires Cantus Primus J. Wilson IF I must tell you what I love before my heart shall bow to any 'T is not the Black that I approve nor yet the Browne ador'd by many The first is Farr from all de-light 't is beauties foe and not com-plexion The Embleme Of sad care and night still moveing horror not affection Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHen on mine eyes her eyes first shone I all amazed steadily Gazed and shee to make mee more amazed so caught so wove foure eyes in one as Who had with advizement seen us would have admir'd Loves equall force between us But treason in those friendlike eyes my heart first charming and then disdaining so charm'd it e're it dreamt of Harming as at her mercy now it Lyes and shewes me to my endlesse smart shee lov'd but with her eyes I with my heart Cantus Primus J. Wilson BE not thou so foolish nice as to bee in-vi-ted twice What should Woemen more incite then their own sweet Appetite shall Savage things more Freedome have then Nature unto Woemen gave The Swan the Turtle and the Sparrow Bill a while then take the Marrow They Bill and Kisse what Then they doe Come Bill and Kisse and I 'le shew you Cantus Primus J. Wilson COme I faint thy tedious stay doubles each hower of the Day the Nimble hast of winged love makes aged time not seem to move Did not the night and then the light instruct my sight I should forget the Sunn For-get his flight Shew not the drooping Marigold whose Leaves like dolefull Armes doe Fold my longing nothing can ex-plaine but Soule and Body rent in twaine Did I not Moane and sigh and groane and talke alone I might believe my Soule from home were gone Cantus Primus J. Wilson GOd Lyeus ever young ever Honour'd ever sung stain'd with Blood of lusty Grapes in a thousand lusty shapes Daunce upon the Mazers brim in the crimson Liquor swim from thy plenteous hand Divine let a River run with wine God of mirth let this day heere enter neither care nor Feare en-ter neither care nor feare Cantus Primus J. Wilson NOt Roses coucht within a Lilly bed are those commixtures That depaint thy Face nor yet the white which silvers Hyem's head Mixt with the dewy Mornings purple grace But thou whose fayre my Senses captive led whom I erst Fondly deem'd of heavenly race hast from my guiltlesse Blood which thou hast Shed and envies palenesse got thy white and Red Cantus Primus J. Wilson SO many Loves have I neglected whose good parts might move Mee that now I am of all re-ject-ed there is none will Love mee Why is Mayden heat so coy it Freezeth when it burneth loosing what it Might enjoy and having lost it mourneth Cantus Primus J. Wilson NOw the Lu-sty Spring is seen greene yellow gaudy blue daintily in-vites the view on ev'ry Bush on ev'ry greene Roses blushing as they blowe And inviting men to pull Lillies whiter then the Snow Woodbines With sweet hony full All Loves Emblemes and all cry Ladyes if not Plucks you dye Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHerefore peep'st thou envious day Wee can Kisse without thee Lovers hate that golden ray that thou bear'st about thee Go and give them Light that sorrow or the Saylor flying our Embraces need no Morrow Nor our pleasures Eying 2. Wee shall curse thy curious Eye For our soon betraying And condemne thee for a spye If thou see us playing Get thee gone and Lend thy flashes Where there 's need of lending Our affections are not ashes Nor our Kisses ending 3. Were wee cold or wither'd heere Wee should wish thee by us Or but one another feare Then thou should'st not fly us Wee are young thou mar'st our pleasure Goe to Sea and slumber Darknesse only gives us leasure Our stolne joyes to number TUrne Turne turne thy beautious face away how pale and sickly looks the Day in emulation of thy brighter Beames O envious light fly fly begone Come Night and joyne two breasts in one when what Love does we will re-peate in dreames Yet thine eyes open who can day hence fright Let but their Lidds fall and it will be night Cantus Primus J. Wilson WHen I behold my Mistres face where beauty hath her dwell-ing place And see those seeing starres her eyes In whom Loves fire for ever lyes And heare her witty Charming words her sweet Tongue to mine Eare affords Mee thinks he wants Wit Eares and Eyes whom Love makes not Idolatrize Cantus Primus J. Wilson MY Love and I for Kisses plaid shee would keepe stakes I was content but when I wonn shee would be paid this made mee Aske her what shee meant Nay since I see quoth shee I see quoth Shee your wrangling vaine take your own Kisses and I 'le take mine a-gaine IN a vale with flowrets spangled To the Nymph that had intangled Strephon meeting her thus lained And to her his Bosome Chained Tarry O tarry faire at the sigh's at the prayre of who thy deare eyes adm'res Hark how each thing wee see doe all discourse of shee so thy beauty all Inspires The Birds thy praises sing smooth windes the blessing acknowledge to thy breath Th' earth sayes thou art their spring each flower confessing their sent and Colour was Of their sweet breathing Of thy be-queathing Thus sung hee but the Nymph fled him Him and all his praises scorning Wherefore as his anger led him To dispraise his praises turning Stay cruell stay he cryes And let thy Eares and Eyes Of thy faults the Records bee And those that prais'd thee late See how thy Scornes they hate In their due remorce of mee Harke the Birds cry like th' Owle th' art all their wonder The windes would blow thee hence thy absence hasting Th' earth sayes thy frownes are but a dartlesse thunder Flowers smile nor feare thy frosty bosomes blasting FINIS * The old Rhetorick Schole now assigned for the Musick lecture * When some of these Ayres were presented to him by Dr Wilson Mr Low and others