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A17882	The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion; Ayres. Book 3, 4	Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.	1617 (1617)	STC 4548; ESTC S106662	15,441	46

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 ●●●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 she● 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 sh●●● i● 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 conten● 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 Orphari●m LONDON Printed by Thomas Snodham Cum P●i●ilegio A Table of all the Songs contayned in the two Bookes following The table of the first Booke OF● 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 M●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 tho● 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 Pati●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 expre●●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 CA●PIAN OFt haue I sigh'd oft haue I sigh'd oft haue I sigh'd for him that heares me not Who ab●●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 mo●rne For him that can breake vowes but not returne NOw let her change and spare not Since ●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 ●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 eu●●●ving 3 False then farewell for ●u●r Once false proues faithfull neuer Hee that boasts now of thy lou● Shall soone my pr●●ent to●tunes proue Were he as faire at bright Ad●mu Faith is not had where none ●● CANTVS III. WF●● my hart as some mens are thy errours would not moue me But thy faults I cu-rious Patience is a thing d● 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'obs●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 c●●sor but in season Hidden mischiefe to conc●●●e in Sease and Loue is 〈◊〉 o● 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 ag●●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 mi●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 t●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'●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 sh●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 ●●lt● common make Thou art then not good at all so thou canst no way 〈◊〉 But to proue the meanest good or else