wantons there Other whiles wee 'le gather flowres Lying dalying on the grasse And thus our delightfull howres Full of waking dreames shall passe 3 When thy ioyes were thus at height my loue should turne from thee Old acquaintance then should grow as strange as strange might be Twenty rituals thou should'st finde Breaking all their hearts for mee When to all I le proue more kinde And more forward then to thee 4 Thus thy silly youth enrag'd would soone my loue dâ—fâ—e But alas poore soule too late clips wings can neuer flye Those sweet houres which wee had piâ—t Cal'd to minde thy heart would burne And could'st thou flye ne'er so fast They would make thee straight returne 〈◊〉 XVII SHall I come sweet Loue to thee When the eu'ning beames are set Shall not ex-cluded be Will you finde no fained lett Let me not for pit-ty more Tell the long long houres tel the long houres at your dore BASSVS 2 Who can tell what theefe or foe In the couert of the night For his prey will worke my woe Or through wicked foule despight So may I dye vnredrcft Ere my long loue be possest 3 But to let such dangers pasle Which a louers thoughts disdaine 'T is enough in such a place To attend loues ioyes in vaine Doe not mocke me in thy bed While these cold nights freeze me dead CANTVS XVIII THrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre Then thrice three times tye Thrice sit thou mute in this in-chanted chayre vp this true loues knot And murmur soft shee will or shee will not BASSVS 2 Goe burne these poys'nous weedes in you blew fire These Screech-owles fethers and this prickling bryer This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans graue That all thy feares and cares an end may haue 3 Then come you Fayries dance with me a round Melt her hard hart with your melodious sound In vaine are all the charmes I can deuise She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes CANTVS XIX BE thou then my beauty named Since thy will is to be mine Others For by that am I en-flamed Which on all a-like doth shine may the light ad-mire I onely truely feele the fire BASSVS 2 But if lofty titles moue thee Challenge then a Sou'raignes place Say I honour when I loue thee Let me call thy kindnesse grace State and Loue things diuers bee Yet will we teach them to agree 3 Or if this be not sufficing Be thou stil'd my Goddesse then I will loue thee sacrificing In thine honour Hymnes I le pen. To be thine what canst thou more I le loue thee serue thee and adore CANTVS XX. FIre fire fire fire loe here I burne I burne in such desire That all the teares that I can straine out of mine idle empty braine Cannot al-lay my scorching paine Come Trent and Humber and fayre Thames Dread Ocean haste with all thy streames And if you can-not quench my fire O drowne both 〈◊〉 drowne both me and my de-sire BASSVS 2 Fire fire fire fire There is no hell to my desire 〈◊〉 all the Riuers backward flye And th' Ocean doth his waues deny For feare my heate should drinke them dry Come heau'nly showres then poaring 〈◊〉 Come you that once the world did drowâ—e Some then you spar'd but now saue all That else must burne and with mee fall CANTVS XXI O Sweet delight O more then humane blisse With her to liue that euer louing is To heare her speake whose words so well are plac't That she by them as they in her are grac't Those lookes to view that feast the viewers eye How blest is he that may so liue and dye BASSVS 2 Such loue as this the golden times did know When all did reape yet none tooke care to sew Such loue as this an endlesse Summer makes And all distaste from fraile affection takes So lou'd so blest in my belou'd 〈◊〉 I Which till their eyes aâ—â—e let yron men enuy 〈◊〉 XXII THus I resolue and time hath taught me so Since she is fayre and e-uer kinde to me Though she be wilde and wanton-like in shew Those little staines in youth I will not see That she be constant heau'n I oft im-plore If pray'rs preuaile not I can doe no more BASSVS 2 Palme tree the more you presse the more is growes Leaue it alone it will not much exceede Free beauty if you striue to yoke you lose And for affection strange distaste you breede What Nature hath not taught no Arte can frame Wilde borne be wilde still though by force made 〈◊〉 CANTVS XXIII Come O come my lifes de-light Let me not in langour pineâ— Loue loues no de-lay thy sight The more en-ioy'd the more di-uine O come and take from mee The paine of being depriu'd of thee BASSVS 2 Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose Like a little world of blisse Beauty guards thy lookes the Rose In them pure and eternall is Come then and make thy flight As swift to me as heau'nly light CANTVS XXIIII COuld my heart more tongues im-ploy Then it har-bors thoughts of griefe It is now so farre from ioy That it fearce could aske re-liefe Truest hearts by deedes vn-kinde To despayre are most en-clin'd BASSVS 2 Happy mindes that can redeeme Then engagements how they please That no ioyes or hopes esteeme Halfe so pretious as their ease Wisedome should prepare men so As if they did all fore know 3 Yet no Arte or Caution can Growne affections easily change Vse is such a Lord of Man That he brookes worst what is strange Better neuer to be blest Then to loose all at the best CANTVS XXV SLeepe angry beauty sleep and feare not me For who a sleeping Ly-on dares prouoke It shall suf-fice me here to sit and see Those lips shut vp that neuer kindely spoke What sight can more con-tent a louers minde Then beauty seeming harmlesse if not kinde BASSVS 2 My words haue charm'd her for secure shee sleepes Though guilty much of wrong done to my loue And in her slumber see shee close-ey'd weepes Dreames often more then waking passions moue Pleade sleepe my cause and make her soft like thee That shee in peace may wake and pitty mee CANTVS XXVI SIlly boy 't is ful Moone yet Thy night as day shines clearely Had thy youth but wit To feare thou couldst not loue so deare-ly Shortly wilt thou mourne when all thy pleasures are be reaued Little knowes he how to loue that neuer was de-cei-ued BASSVS 2 This is thy first mayden flame that triumphes yet vnstayned All is artlesse now you speaks not one word yet is fayned All is heau'n that you behold and all your thoughts are blessed But no Spring can want his Fall each Troyless hath his Crossoid 3 Thy well-order'd lockes ere long shall rudely hang neglected And thy liuely pleasant cheare reads griefe on earth deiected Much then wilt thou blame thy Saint that made thy heart so holy And with sighes confeste in loue that too much faith is folly 4 Yet be
iust and constant still Loue may beget a wonder Not vnlike a Summers frost or Winters fatall thunder Hee that holds his Sweet-hart true vnto his day of dying Liues of all that euer breath'd most worthy the â—â—â—ying 〈◊〉 XXVII NEuer loue vnlesse you can Beare with all the faults of man Men sometimes will Iealous bee Though but little cause they see And hang the head as discon-tent And speake what straight they will re-pent BASSVS 2 Men that but one Saint adore Make a shew of loue to more Beauty must be scorn'd in none Though but truely seru'd in one For what is courtship but disguise True hearts may haue dissembling eyes 3 Men when their affaires require Must a while themselues retire Sometimes hunt and sometimes hawke And not euer fit and talke If these and such like you can beare Then like and loue and neuer feare CANTVS XXVIII SO quicke so hot so mad is thy fond fute So rude so That faine I would with losse make thy tongue mute And yeeld some te-dious growne in vrging mee An houre with thee I care not to con-verse For I would not lit-tle grace to quiet thee be coun-ted too peruerse BASSVS 2 But roofes too hot would prove for men all fire And hils too high for my vnused pace The groue is charg'd with thornes and the bold bryer Gray Snakes the meadowes shrowde in euery place A yellow Frog alas will fright me so As I should start and tremble as I goe 3 Since then I can on earth no fit roome finds In heauen I am resolu'd with you to meete Till then for Hopes sweet sake reft your tir'd minde And not so much as see mee in the streete A heauenly meeting one day wee shall haue But neuer as you dreame in bed or graue CANTVS XXIX SHall I then hope when faith is fled Can I seeke loue when hope is gone Or can I liue when Loue is dead Poorely hee liues that can loue none Her vowes are broke and I am free Shee lost her faith in loo-sing mee BASSVS 2 When I compare mine owne euents When I weigh others like annoy All doe but heape vp discontents That on a beauty build their ioy Thus I of all complaine since sheâ— All faith hath lost in loosing mee 3 So my deare freedome haue I gain'd Through her vnkindnesse and disgrace Yet could I euer liue enchain'd As shee my seruice did embrace But shâ—â—â— iâ— chang'd and I am free Faith failing her Loue dyed in mee TO MY VVORTHY FRIEND M R. IOHN MOVNSON Sonne and Heyre to Sir Thomas Mounson Knight and Baronet ON you th' affections of your Fathers Friends With his Inheritance by right descends But you your gracefull youth so wisely guide That his you hold and purchase much beside Loue is the fruit of Vertue for whose sake Men onely liking each to other take If sparkes of vertue shin'd not in you then So well how could you winne the hearts of men And since that honour and well-suted Prayse Is Vertues Golden Spurre let mee now rayse Vnto an act mature your tender age This halfe commending to your Patronage Which from your Noble Fathers but one side Ordain'd to doe you honour doth diuide And so my loue betwixt you both I part On each side placing you as neare my heart Yours euer THOMAS CAMPIAN To the READER THE Apothecaries haue Bookes of Gold whose leaues being opened are so light as that they are subiect to be shaken with the least breath yet rightly handled they serue both for ornament and use such are light Ayres But if any squeamish stomackes shall checke at two or three vaine Ditties in the end of this Booke let them powre off the clearest and leaue those as dregs in the bottome How soeuer if they be but conferred with the Canterbury Tales of that venerable Poet Chaucer they will then appeare toothsome enough Some words are in these Bookes which have beene cloathed in Musicke by others and I am contenâ— they then serued their turne yet giue mee now leaue to make vse of mine owne Likewise you may finde here some three or foure Songs that haue beene published before but for them I referre you to the Players Bill that is failed Newly reuiued with Additions for you shall finde all of them reformed eyther in Words or Notes To be briefe all these Songs are mine if you expresse them well otherwise they are your owne Farewell Yours as you are his THOMAS CAMPIAN CANTVS I. LEaue pro-longing leaue pro-longing thy distresse All de layes af-flict the dying Many lost sighes long I spent to her for mer-cy cry ing But now vaine mour-ning cease I le dye I le dye and mine owne griefes re-lease BASSVS 2 Thus departing from this light To those shades that end all sorrow Yet a small time of complaint a litle breath I le borrow To tell my once delight I dye alone through her despight CANTVS II. RE-spect my faith re-gard my seruice past The hope you wing'd call home to Great prise it is that I in you shall gaine So great for you hath been my you at last My wits I spent and time for you a-lone Obseruing you and loosing all for one losse paine BASSVS 2 Some rais'd to rich estates in this time are That held their hopes to mine interiour farres Such scoffing mee or pittying me say thus Had hee not lou'd he might haue liu'd like vs. O then deare sweet for loue and pittits sake My faith reward and from me scandall take CANTVS III. THou ioy'st fond boy to be by ma-ny lo-ued For this dost thou thy na 〈◊〉 To haue thy beauty of most dames ap-pro-ued Thy glasse thou coun-cel'st more 〈◊〉 worth disguise And play'st the Sy-co-phant t'ob-serue their eyes durne thy skin That first should schoole thee to be fayre with-in BASSVS 2 'T is childish to be caught with Pearle or Amber And woman-like too much to cloy the chamber Youths should the Field affect heate their rough Steedes Their hardned nerues to fit for better deedes Is 't not more ioy strong Holds to force with swords Then womens weakenesse take with lookes or words 2 Men that doe noble things all purchase glory One man for one braue Act hath prou'd a story But if that one tenne thousand Dames o'creime Who would record it if not to his shame 'T is farre more conquest with one to liue true Then euery houre to triumph Lord of new CANTVS IIII. VAile loue mine eyes O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious minde If beauty priuate will not be Suffice it yet that she proues kinde Who can vsurp heau'ns light alone Stars were not made Stars were not made to shine on one BASSVS 2 Griefes past recure fooles try to heale That greater harmes on lesse inflict The pure offend by too much zeale Affection should not be too strict Hee that a true embrace will finde To beauties faults must still be blinde 〈…〉 EV'-ry Dame af-fects good fame what ere her doings
THE THIRD AND FOVRTH BOOKE OF AYRES Composed BY Thomas Campian So as they may be expressed by one Voyce with a Violl Lasts or Orphariâ—m LONDON Printed by Thomas Snodham Cum Pâ—iâ—ilegio A Table of all the Songs contayned in the two Bookes following The table of the first Booke OFâ— haue I sigh'd I Now let her change II Were my hearts as III Maids are simple some men say IIII So tyr'd are all my thoughts V Why presumes thy pride VI Kinde are her answeres VII O griefe O spight VIII O neuer to be moued IX Breake now my heart and dye X It Loue loues truth XI Now winter nights enlarge XII Awake thou spring XIII What is it that men possesse XIIII Fire that must flame XV If thou long'st so much XVI Shall I come sweet loue XVII Thrice tosse these Oaken XVIII Be thou then my beauty XIX Fire fire fire fire loe here XX O sweet delight XXI Thus I resolue XXII Come ô come my life 's XXIII Could my heart more XXIIII Sleepe angry beautie XXV Silly boy 't is full Mâ—one yet XXVI Neuer loue vnlesse you can XXVII So quicke so hot XXVIII Shall I then hope XXIX The Table of the second Booke LEaue prolonging I Respect my faith II Thou ioy'st fond boy III Vayle loue mine eyes IIII Euery Dame affects good fame V So sweet is thy discourse VI There is a Garden in her face VII To his sweet Lute VIII Young and simple though I am IX Loue me or not X What meanes this folly XI Deare if I with guile XII O Loue where are thy shafts XIII Beauty is but a painted hell XIIII Are you what your XV Since shee euen shee XVI I must complaine XVII Thinkest thoâ— to seduce XVIII Her fayre inflaming eyes XIX Turne all thy thoughts XX If any hath the heart to kill XXI Beauty since you XXII Your fayre lookes XXIII Faine would I wed XXIIII FINIS TO MY HONOVRABLE FRIEND S R. THOMAS MOVNSON KNIGHT AND BARONET SInce now those clouds that lately ouer-cast Your Fame and Fortune are disperst at last And now since all to you fayre greetings make Some out of loue and some for pitties sake Shall I but with a common stile salute Your new enlargement or stand onely mute I to whose trust and care you durst commit Your pined health when Arte despayr'd of it I that in your affliction often view'd In you the fruits of manly fortitude Patiâ—nce and euen constancie of minde That Rocke-like stood and scorn'd both waue and winde Should I for all your ancient loue to me Endow'd with waighty fauours silent be Your merits and my gratitude forbid That eyther should in Lethean Gulfe lye hid But how shall I this worke of fame expreâ—â—e How can I better after pensiuenesse Then with light straynes of Musicke made to moue Sweetly with the wide-spreading plumes of loue These youth-borne Ayres then prison'd in this Booke VVhich in your Bowres much of their beeing tooke Accept as a kinde offring from that hand VVhich ioyn'd with heart your vertue may command VVho loue a sure friend as all good men doe Since such you are let those affect you to And may the ioyes of that Crowne neuer end That innocence doth pitty and defend Yours deuoted THOMAS CAâ—PIAN OFt haue I sigh'd oft haue I sigh'd oft haue I sigh'd for him that heares me not Who abâ—â—nt hath both loue and mee for-got Oh yet I languish still yet I languish still yet I languish still through his de-lay Dayes seeme as yeares when wisht friends breake their day BASSVS ◠〈◊〉 hee but lou'd as common louers vse His faithlesse stay some kindnesse would excuse O yet I languish still still constant moâ—rne For him that can breake vowes but not returne NOw let her change and spare not Since â—he proues strange I care not Fain'd loue charm'd so my de-light That still I doted on her sight But she is gone new â—oies imbracing And my deires dis-gracing BASSVS 2 When did I erre in blindnesse Or vexe her with vnkindnesse If my cares seru'd her alone Why is shee thus vntimely gone True loue abides to t'houre of dying False loue is euâ—â—â—ving 3 False then farewell for â—uâ—r Once false proues faithfull neuer Hee that boasts now of thy louâ— Shall soone my prâ—â—ent toâ—tunes proue Were he as faire at bright Adâ—mu Faith is not had where none â—â— CANTVS III. WFâ—â— my hart as some mens are thy errours would not moue me But thy faults I cu-rious Patience is a thing dâ— finde and speake because I loue thee uine and farre I grant a-boue mee BASSVS 2 Foes sometimes be friend vs more our blacker deedes obiecting Then th'obsâ—quious bosome guest with false respect affecting Friendship is the glasse of Truth our hidden staines detecting 3 While I vse of eyes enioy and inward light of reason Thy obseruer will I be and câ—â—sor but in season Hidden mischiefe to concâ—â—â—e in Sease and Loue is 〈◊〉 oâ— MAydes are simple some men say They forsooth will trust no men But should they mens wils o. bey Maides were very simple then BASSVS 2 Truth a rare flower now is growne Few men weare it in their hearts Louers are more easily knowne By their follies then deserts 3 Safer may we credit giue To a faithlesse wandring Iew Then a young mans vowes beleeue When he sweares bis 〈◊〉 ue 2 Loue they make a poore blinde childe But let none trust such as Fee Rather then to be begun'd Euer let me simple be CANTVS V. SO tyr'd are all my thoughts that sence and spirits faile Mourning I pine and know not what I ayle O what can yeeld ease to a minde toy in nothing that can finde BASSVS 2 How are my powres sore-spoke what strange distaste is this Hence cruell hate of that which sweetest is Come come delight make my dull braine Feele once heate of joy agâ—â—ne 3 The louers teares are sweet their moner makes them so Proud of a wound the bleeding Souldiers grovs Poore I alone dreaming endure Griefe that knowes nor cause nor cure And whence can all this grow euen from an idle miâ—de That no delight in any good can finde Action alone makes the soule blest Vertue dyes with too much reft WHy presumes thy pride on that that must so priuate be Scarce that it can Best of all tâ—at good be cal'd though it seemes best to thee Nature fram'd or cu-rious eye can see BASSVS 2 T is thy beau'y soc'â—sh Maid that like a blossome growes Which who viewes no more enioyes then on a bush a Rose That by manies handling fades and thou 〈◊〉 one of those 3 If to one thou shâ—lt proue true and all beside reiect Then art thou but one mans good which yeelds a poore effect For the common'st good by larre deserues the best respect 4 But if for this goodnesse thou thy selte â—â—ltâ— common make Thou art then not good at all so thou canst no way 〈◊〉 But to proue the meanest good or else
all good fortake 5 Be not then of be â—â—ry proud but so her colours bears That they proue not â—taines to her that them â—or 〈◊〉 â—â—ould weâ—â—â— So shalt thou to all more fayre then thou west borne appeare CANTVS VII KInde are her answeres but her per-formance keeps no day All her free fauors smooth words Breaks time as dancers from their own Musicke when they stray wing my hopes in vaine O did euer voice so sweet but only fain Can true loue yeeld such delay conuer-ting ioy to pain BASSVS 2 Lost is our freedome When we submit to women so Why doe wee neede them When in their best they worke our woe There is no wisedome Can alter ends by Fate prefixt O why is the good of man with euill mixt Neuer were dayes yet ca ' d two But one night went betwixt O Griefe O spight to see poore Vertue scorn'd Truth far ex n'd False arte lou'd Vice a-dor'd Frâ—e Iustice sold worst causes best adorn'd Right cast by Powre Pittie in vaine implot'd O who in such an age could wish to liue When none can haue or hold but such as giue BASSVS 2 O times ' O men to Nature rebels growne Poore in desert in name rich proud of shame Wise but in ill your stiles are not your owne Though dearely bought honour is honest fame Old Stories onely goodnesse now containe And the true wisedome that is iust and plaine 〈…〉 O Ne-uer to be moued O beau-ty vn relen-ting Why did I dreame Hard hart too dearely loued Fond loue too late repen-ting of too much blisse Deceitfull hope was cause of this O heare ô heare ô beare mee speake O heare mee speake this and no more this and no more this and no more Liue you in ioy while I my woes my woes de-plore BASSVS 2 All comforts despayred Distaste your bitter scorning Great sorrowes vnrepayred Admit no meane in mourning Dye wretch since hope from thee is fled He that must dye is better dead O deare delight yet ere I dye Some pitty shew though you reliefe deny CANTVS X. BReake now my heart and dye Oh no oh no she may re-lent Should she now Let my de-spaire preuayle oh stay oh stay hope is not spent fixe one smile on thee where were despaire The losse is but ea-sie which smiles can repayre A stranger would please thee if she were as fayre BASSVS 2 Her must I loue or none so sweet none breathes as shee The more is my despayre alas shee loues not mee But cannot time make way for loue through ribs of steele The Grecian inchanted aâ—l parts but the heele At last a shaft daunted which his hart did feel CANTVS XI IF Loue loues truth then women doe not loue Their passions all are but dis-sembled shewes Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue Their kindness straight a tempest o-uerthrowes Then as a Sea-man the poore louer fares The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares BASSVS 2 But why accuse I women that deceive Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile They first from Nature did their craft receive It is a womans nature to beguâ—le Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow But such by vse are made not nature so O why had Nature power at once to frame Deceit and Beauty traitors both to Loue Oh would Deceit had dyed when Beauty came With her diuinenesse eu'ry heart to moue Yet doe we rather wish what ere befall To haue fayre women false then none at all NOw winter nights en-large the number of their houres And clouds their Let now the chimneys blaze and cups o'er-flow with wine Let well-tun'd stormes dis-charge vp-on the ayrie towres Now yel-low waxen lights shall waite on hunny words a-maze with har-mo-nie di-uine Loue While youthfull Reuels Masks and Courtly sights sleepes leaden spels re-moue BASSVS 2 This time doth well dispence With louers long discourse Much speâ—ch hath some defence Though beauty no remorse All doe not all things well Some measures comely tread Some knotted Ridles tell Some Poems smoothly read The Summer hath his ioyes And Winter his delights Though Loue and all his pleasures are but toyes They shorten tedious nights 〈…〉 AWake thou spring of spea-king grace mute rest becomes not thee They fay-rest women while they sleepe and Pictures e-quall bee O come and dwell in loues disâ—our-ses old re-nuing new cre-a-ting The words which thy rich tongue discour-ses are not of the common ra-ting BASSVS 2 Thy voyce is â—s an â—â—cho clearâ— which Musicke doth beget Thy speeâ—â— is â—n Orâ—â—â— which noâ—e can counâ—etâ—t For thou â—one 〈◊〉 â—â—nchanting And I coâ—d heare 〈◊〉 wâ—â—â—out ending Other comâ—oâ— neuer wanting 3 Some little reason brutish liues wâ—â—â— humane glory share But language is our proper grace â—â—om which they â—â—uer dare As brutes in reason man â—uâ—pass Men in speech excelle 〈◊〉 other If speech be then the best of â—â—aces Doe it not in slumber smoâ—her CANTVS XIIII WHat is it all that men possesse a-mong themselues conuersing Wealth or fame or Women one-ly somâ— such boast searce worthy the rehearsing are mens good with them in loue conuersing BASSVS 2 If weary they prepare vs rest if sicke their hand attends vs. When with griefe our hearts are preft their comfort best befriends vs Sweet or sowre they willing goe to share what fortune sends vs. 3 What pretty babes with paine they beare our name torm presenting What we get how wise they keepe by sparing wants preventing Sorting all their household cares to our obseru'd contening 4 All this of whose large vse I sing in two words is expâ—sle Good wife is the good I praise if by good men possessed Bad with bad in ill fate well but good with good â—ue 〈◊〉 CANTVS XV. FIre that must flame is with apt fuell fed Flowers that wil thriue in sunny soyle are bred How can a hart feele heate that no hope findes Or can hee loue on whom no comfort shines BASSVS 2 Fayre I confesse there 's pleasure in your sight Sweet you haue powre I grant of all delight But what is all to mee if I haue none ' Churle that you are t' inioy such wealth alone 3 Prayers moue the heau'ns but finde no grace with you Yet in your lookes a heauenly forme I view Then will I pray againe hoping to finde As well as in your lookes heau'n in your minde 4 Saint of my heart Queene of my life and loue O let my vowes thy doing spirit moue Let me no longer mourne through thy disdaine But with one touch of grace cure all my pain CANTVS XVI IF thou longst so much to learne sweet boy what 't is to loue Little sute at first shal win Doe but fixe thy thought on mee and thou shalt quick-ly proue Way to thy a-basht desire But then will I hedge thee in Salamander-like with fire BASSVS 2 With thee dance I will and sing and thy fond dalliance beare Wee the grouy hilâ— will climbe and play the
be But true prayse is Vertues Borrow'd guise fits not the wife a simple look is best Na-tiue grace becomes a Baves which none may weare but she Now such new-found toyes are sold these women to dis-guise face though ne'er so rude-ly dreft That before the yeare growes old the new-est fashion dyes BASSVS 2 Dames of yore contended more in goodnesse to exceeds Then in pride to be enui'd for that which leaft they neede Little Lawne then feru'd the Pawne it Pawne at all there were Home-spun thread and houshold bread then held out all the yeare But th'attyres of women now weare out both house and land That the wiues in silkes may flow at ebbe the Good-men stand 3 Once agen Astrea then from heau'n to earth descend And vouchsafe in their behalfe these errours to amend Aid from heau'n must make all eeu'n things are so out of frame For let man striue all he can hee needes must please his Dame Happy man content that giues and what hee giues enioyes Happy Dame content that liues and breakes no sleepe for toyes SO sweet so sweet is thy dis-course to me And so de-lightfull is thy sight As I taste no-thing right but thee O why inuen-ted Na-ture light Was it alone for beauties sake That her grac't words might better take BASSVS 2 No more can I old ioyes recall They now to me become vnknowne Not seeming to haue beene at all Alas how soone is this loue growne To such a spreading height in rise As with it all must shadowed be THere is a Garden in her face Where Roses and white Lil-lies grow A heau'nly paradice is that place wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow There Cherries grow which none may buy Till Cherry ripe till Cherry ripe till Cherry ripe Cherry ripe ripe ripe Cherry ripe Cherry ripe themselues doe cry BASSVS 2 Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose Of Orient Pearle a double row Which when her louely laughter showes They looke like Role-buds fill'd with snow Yet them nor Peere nor Prince can buy Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry 3 Her Eyes like Angels watch them still Her Browes like bended bowes doe stand Threatning with piercing frownes to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred Cherries to come nigh Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry TO his sweet Lute A-pol-lo sung the mo-tions of the Spheares The wondrous order of the Stars whose course diuides the yeares And all the My-steries aboue But none of this could Midas moue Which purchast him his Asses eares BASSVS 2 Then Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t' aduance To boast of Cattle flockes of Sheepe and Goates on hils that dance With much more of this churlish kinde That quite transported Midas minde An held him rapt as in a trance 3 This wrong the God of Musicke scorn'd from such a sottish Iudge And bent his angry bow at Pan which made the Piper trudge Then Midas head he so did trim That eu'ry age yet talkes of him And Phoebus right reuenged grudge CANTVS IX YOung and simple though I am I haue heard of Cupids name Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kille Smoake can neuer burne they say But tâ—e flames that follow may BASSVS 2 I am not so foule or fayre To be proud nor to desparye Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kisse Smoake can neuer burne they say But the flames that follow may 3 Faith 't is but a foolish minde Yet me thinkes a heate I finde Like thirst longing that doth bide Euer on my weaker side Where they say my heart doth moue Venus grant it be not loue 4 If it he alas what then Were not women made for men A good ' twete a thing were past That must needes be done at last Roses that are ouer-blowne Growe lesse sweet then fall alone 5 Yet nor Churle nor â—â—lken Gull Shall my Mayden 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 me CANTVS X. LOue me or not loue her I must or dye O that her grace would my wisht Leaue me or not follow her needs must I. comforts giue How rich in her how happy should I liue BASSVS 2 All my desire all my delight should be Her to enjoy her to vnite to mee Enuy should cease her would I loue alone Who loues by lookes is seldom true to one 3 Could I enchant and that it lawfull were Her would I charme soâ—tly thâ—t none should heare But loue enforc'd rarely yeelds firme content So would I loue that neyther should repent CANTVS XI WHat meanes this folly now to braue it so And then to vse submission Is that a friend that straight can play the foe Who loues on such conditi-on BASSVS 2 Though Bryers breede Roses none the Bryer affect But with the flowre are pleased Loue onely loues delight and soft respect He must not be diseased 3 These thorny passions spring from barren breasts Or such as neede much weeding Loue onely loues delight and soft respect But sends them not home bleeding 4 Command thy humour striue to giue content And shame not loues profâ—ssion Of kindnesse neuer any could repent That made choyse with discretion DEare if I with guile would guild a true in-tent Heaping flattries that in heart were neuer meâ—nt Easely could I then obtaine what now in vaine I force Fals-hood much doth gaine Truth yet holds the bet-ter course BASSVS 2 Loue forbid that through dissembling I should thriue Or in praysing you my selfe of truth depriue Let not your high thoughts debase A simple truth in me Great is beauties grace Truth is yet as fayre as â—hee 3 Prayse is but the winde of pride if it exceedes Wealth pris'd in it selfe no outward value needes Fayre you are and passing fayre You know it and 't is true Yet let none despayre But to finde as fayre as you 〈…〉 O Loue where are thy Shafts thy Quiuer and thy Bow Shall my wounds onely weepe and hea vngaged goe Be iust and strike him to that dares con-temne thee so BASSVS 2 No eyes are â—ike to tâ—ine though men suâ—pose thee blinâ—â— So fayre they lâ—uell when the make they at to finde Then strike ô strike the heart ' hat heares the câ—uell minde 3 Is my sond sight deceiued or doe I Cupid spye Close ayming at his breast by whom defined I dye Shoot home sweet Loue and wound him that hâ—e may no flye 4 O tâ—en we both will sâ—â—â— some vnhaunted shade And 〈…〉 heâ—s wound which Lâ—ve hath â—ustly made O 〈…〉 too vaine now quickly dost thou sade 5 〈…〉 â—onders still his heart is free from paine Wâ—â—â—e seâ—â— siâ—ne I â—pâ—â—â— and tâ—arâ—â— but l 〈◊〉 in vaine Yet Loue thou knâ—w ' it by right I should not thus complaine CANTVS XIIII BEauty is but a 〈…〉 me â—aye me thee wounds them that admire it Shee kils them that desire it
Giue her pride but â—uell No fire is more cru-ell BASSVS 2 Pittie from eu'ry heart is fled Aye me aye me Since false desire could borrow Teares of dislembled sorrow Constant vowes turne truthlesse Loue cruell Beauty ruthlâ—sle 3 Sorrow can laugh and Fury sing Aye me aye me My rauing gâ—â—◠〈◊〉 I â—u'd too 〈◊〉 a loner The first stâ—p to madnesse Is the excesse of sadnesse 〈…〉 ARe you what your faire lookes expresse Oh then be kinde From law of Nature they di-gresse Whole forme sutes not their minde Fairenesse seene in th' outward shape is but th' inward beauties Ape BASSVS 2 Eyes that of earth are mortall made What can they view All 's but a colour or a shade And neyther alwayes true Reasons sight that is eterne Eu'n the substance can discerne 3 Soule is the Man for who will so The body name And to that power all grace we owe That deckes our lining frame What or how had housen bin But for them that dwell therein 4 Loue in the bosome is begot Not in the eyes No beauty makes the eye more hot Her flames the spright surprise Let our louing mindes then meets For pure meetings are most sweet CANTVS XVI SInce she eu'n shee for whom I liu'd Sweet she by Fate from me is torne Why a n not I of sence depriu'd Forgetting I was euer borne Why should I lan-guish hating light Bet-ter to sleepe an endlesse night BASSVS 2 Be 't eyther true or aptly fain'd That some of Lethes water write 'T is their best med'cine that are pain'd All thought to loose of past delight O would my anguith vanish so Happy are they that neyther know 〈…〉 I Must complain yet doe en-ioy my Loue She is too faire too rich in louely parts Thence is my grief for Nature while she stroue With all her graces and di-uinest Arts To form her too too beauti-full of hue Shee had no leasure left to make her true BASSVS 2 Should I agrieu'd then wish thee were lesse fayre That were repugnant to mine owne desires Shee is admir'd new louers still repayre That kindles daily loues forgetfull fires Rest iealous thoughts and thus resolue at last Shee hath more beauty then becomes the chast CANTVS XVIII THink'st thou to se-duce me then with words that haue no mea-ning Pa-rats so Nur-ces teach can learne to prate our speech by pie-ces glea-ning their chil-ren so a-bout the time of wea-ning BASSVS 2 Learne to speake first then to wooe to wooing much pertayneth Hee that courts vs wanting Arte soone falters when he sayneth Lookes a-squint on his discourse and smiles when hee complaineth 3 Skilfull Anglers hide their hookes fit baytes for euery season But with crooked pins fish thou as babes doe that want reason Gogions onely can be caught with such poore trickes of treason 4 Ruth forgiue me if I err'd from humane hearts compassion When I laught sometimes too much to see thy foolish fashion But alas who lesse could doe that found so good occasion 〈…〉 HEr fayre inflaming eyes chiefe authors of my cares I prai'd in humblest wife With grace to view my teares They be-held me broad a-wake But a lasse no ruth would take BASSVS 2 Her lips with kisses rich And words of fayre delight I fayrely did beseech To pitty my sad plight But a voyce from them brake forth As a whirle-winde from the North. 3 Then to her hands I fled That can giue heart and all To them I long did plead And loud for pitty call But alas they put mee off With a touch worse then a scoffe 4 So backe I straight return'd And at her breast I knock'd Where long in vaine I mourn'd Her heart so fast was lock'd Not a word could passage finde For a Rocke inclos'd her minde 5 Then downe my pray'rs made way To those most comely parts That make her flye or stay As they affect deserts But her angry feete thus mou'd Fled with all the parts I lou'd 6 Yet fled they not so fast As her enraged minde Still did I after haste Still was I left behinde Till I found 't was to no end With a Spirit to contend TVrne all thy thoughts to eyes Turne al thy haires to eares Change all thy friends to spies And all thy loves to feares True Loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie BASSVS 2 Turne darknesse into day Constructures into truth Beleeue what th' enuious say Let age interpret youth True loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie 3 Wrest euerylword and looke Racke eu'ry hidden thought Or fish with golden hooke True loue cannot be caught For that will still be free In spite of Iealousie CANTVS XXI IF a-ny hath the he 〈…〉 kill Come rid me of this wo-full paine For while I liue I su 〈…〉 still This cruell torment all in vaine Yet none aliue but one can guesse What is the cause of my distresse BASSVS 2 Thanks be to heau'n no grieuous smart No maladies my limbes annoy I beare a sound and sprightfull heart Yet liue I quite depriu'd of ioy Since what I had in vaine I craue And what I had not now I haue 3 A Loue I had so fayre so sweet As euer wanton eye did see Once by appointment wee did meete Shee would but ah it would not be She gaue her heart her hand shee gaue All did I giue shee nought could haue 4 What Hagge did then my powers forespeake That neuer yet such taine did feele Now shee reiects me as one weake Yet am I all compos'd of steele Ah this is it my heart doth griue Now though shee sees shee 'le not believe 〈…〉 BEauty since you so much desire to know the place of Cupids fire A bout you somewhere doth it rest Yet neuer harbour'd in your brest Nor gout-like in your heele or toe What foole would seeke Loues flame so low But a little higher but a litle higher but a a little higher but a little higher There thereô there lyes Cupids fire BASSVS 2 Thinke not when Cupid most you scorne Men iudge that you of Ice were borne For though you cast loue at your heele His fury yet sometime you feele And where-aboues if you would know I tell you still not in your toe But a little higher but a little higher There there ô there lyes Cupids fire CANTVS XXIII YOur faire lookes vrge my de-sire Calme it sweet with loue If Loue Stay ô why will you re-tire Can you churlish proue may per-swade loues pleasures deare de-ny not Here is a groue se-cur'd with shade O then be wise and flye not BASSVS 2 Harke the Birds delighted sing Yet our pleasure sleepes Wealth to none can profit bring Which the miler keepes O come while we may Let 's chayne Loue with embraces Wee haue not all times time to stay Not safety in all places 3 What ill finde you now in this Or who can complaine There is nothing done attrisse That breedes no man payne 'T is is now flowry May But eu'n in cold December When all these leaues are blowwne away This place shall I remember CANTVS XXIIII FAine would I wed a faire yong man that day and night could please mee When my â—â—ler bo 〈◊〉 bo-dy grie-ued that haâ—â—e powre to ease mee Maids 〈…〉 lo-ging 〈…〉 that bâ—â—ed a bloudlesse sicknesse Oft I haue beene An 〈…〉 I heare men say is one-ly cur'd by quicknesse Many for a 〈…〉 I Hat this foolish 〈◊〉 of mine stra 〈…〉 loaths 〈◊〉 re 〈…〉 dearely loued If to loue be sinne in mee that sinne is 〈◊〉 solued Sure I thinke I shall as last â—â—ve to some ho-ly Order Yet I would not solued When I once 〈…〉 set-led there then can I flye no farther As I was by dye a maid be-cause I had a motâ—eâ— one brought forth I woulâ— bring forth an-other BASSVS FINIS