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A20692	The second booke of songs or ayres, of 2. 4. and 5. parts vvith tableture for the lute or orpherian, with the violl de gamba. Composed by Iohn Dovvland Batcheler of Musick, and lutenist to the King of Denmark: also an excelent lesson for the lute and base viol, called Dowlands adew. Published by George Eastland, and are to be sould at his house neere the greene Dragon and Sword, in Fleetstreete.; Songs or ayres, 2nd book	Dowland, John, 1563?-1626.	1600 (1600)	STC 7095; ESTC S106688	12,826	52

so I wackt amazd and could not moue I know my dreame my dreame was true and yet I loue X. CANTO To Maister Hugh Holland O Sweet woods the de light of so li ta ri nesse O how much doe I loue your so li ta ri resse From fames desire from loues delight retir'd In these sad groues an Hermits life I led And those false pleasures which I once ad mir'd With sad re mem-brance of my fall ij I diead To birds to trees to earth im part I this For shee lesse se cret and as sence lesse is Experience which repentance onely brings Doth bid mee now my hart from loue estrange Loue is disdained when it doth looke at Kings And loue loe placed base and apt to change Ther power doth rake from him his liberty Hir want of worth makes him in cradell die O sweet woods c. O how much c. You men that giue false worship vnto Loue And seeke that which you neuer shall obtaine The endlesse worke of Sisiphus you procure Whole end is this to know you striue in vaine Hope and desire which now your Idols bee You needs must loose and feele dispaire with mee O sweet woods c. O how much c. You woods in you the fairest Nimphs haue walked Nimphes at whose sight all harts did yeeld to Loue You woods in whom deere louers oft haue talked How doe you now a place of mourning proue Wansted my Mistres saith this is the doome Thou art loues Childbed Nursery and Tombe O sweet woods c. O how much c. X. ALTO O Sweet woods sweet woods the delight of Solitarinesse O how much doe I loue your solitarinesse From fames desire from loues delight retyrde in these sad groues an Hermits lyfe I led I led and those ij false pleasures which I once admir'd with fad remembrance of my fall ij I dread to birds to trees to earth ij impart I this for she lesse secret as sēceles is X. BASSO To Maister Hugh Holland O How much doe I loue your so li ta-rinesse From fames desire from loues delight retirde In those sad groues an Hermits life I led I led And these false pleasures which I once admirde With sad remembrance of my fall ij I dread to birds to trees to earth ij impart I this For she lesse secret and as sencelesse is X. TENORE O Sweet woods the delight of solitarinesse O how much doe I loue your solitari nesse From Fames desire from loues delight retyrde in these sad groues an Hermits lyfe I led I led and those false pleasures which I once admyr'd with sad remembrance of my fall ij I dread to birds to trees to earth ij impart I this for shee lesse secret and as sencelesse sencelesse is XI CANTO IF fluds of teares could cleanse my follies past And smoakes of sighes might sa cri fice for sinne If groning cries might salue my fault at last Or endles mone for error pardon win Then would I cry weepe sigh and euer mone mine er rors fault sins follies past and gone I see my hopes must wither in their bud I see my fauours are no lasting flowers I see that woords will breede no better good Then losse of time and lightening but at houres Thus when I see then thus I say therefore That fauours hopes and words can blinde no more XI ALTO IF fluds of teares could clense my follies past and smoakes of sighes might sacrifice for sinne If groning cries might salue my falt at last or endlesse mone for error pardon winne Then would I crye weep sigh and euer mone myne errors fault errors fault sinnes follies past and gone XI BASSO IF fluds of teares could clense my follies past smoaks of sighes might sacrifice for sinne if groning cries might salue my fault at last or endlesse mone for error pardon winne Then would I crye weep sigh and euer mone myne errors ij faults sinnes follies past and gone XI TENORE IF fluds of teares could elense my follies past And smoakes of sighes might sacrifice for sinne If groning cries might salue my fault at last Or endles mone for error pardon win Then would I cry weepe sigh and euer mone Mine errors ij faults sins sins follies past and gone XII CANTO FIne knacks for ladies cheape choise braue and new Good penniworths but mony can-not moue I keepe a faier but for the faier to view a begger may bee liberall of loue Though all my wares bee trash the hart is true the hart is true the hart is true Great gifts are guiles and looke for gifts againe My trifles come as treasures from my minde It is a precious Iewell to bee plaine Sometimes in shell th'orienst pearles we finde Of others take a sheafe of mee a graine Of mee a graine Of mee a graine Within this packe pinnes points laces gloues And diuers toies fitting a country faier But my hart where duety serues and loues Turtels twins courts brood a heauenly paier Happy the hart that thincks of no-remoues Of no remoues Of no remoues XII ALTO FIne knacks for Ladies cheape choise braue and new good peniworthes but mony cannot moue I keep a fayer but for the fayer to view a begger may be liberall of loue though all my wares be trash the heart is true ij ij is true XII BASSO FIne knacks for Ladies cheap choise braue and new good peni worthes but mony cannot moue I keep a fayer but for the fayer to view a begger may be liberall of loue though all my wares be trash the heart is true is true the heart is true ij the heart is true XII TENORE FIne knacks for Ladies cheap choise braue and new good peniworthes but mony cannot moue I keepe a fayer but for the fayer to view a begger may be liberall of loue though all my wares be trash the heart the heart is true ij is true the heart is true the heart is true XIII CANTO NOw cease my wandring eies Strange beauties to admire One faith In change least comfort lies Long ioyes yeeld long desire New hopes one loue Makes our fraile pleasures e-ter-nall And in sweetnesse proue new ioyes Are still with sor-row decli-ning Vn-to deepe a noies One man hath but one soule Which art cannot deuide If all one soule must loue Two loues most be denide One soule one loue By faith and merit vnited cannot remoue Distracted spirits Are euer changing haplesse in their delights Nature two eyes hath giuen All beautie to impart Aswell in earth as heauen But she hath giuen one hart That though wee see Ten thousand beauties yet in vs one should be One stedfast loue Because our harts stand fixt although our eies do moue XIII ALTO NOw cease my wandring eyes strange beaw ties to admyre One faith one In change least comfort lyes long Ioyes yeld long de sire New hopes new loue makes our fraile pleasures eter nall and in sweetnesse proue Ioyes are still with sor row

and From the high-est spire high'st spire of contentment my fortunes throwne and feare and sighes and grones my vvea-ry dayes ij all ioyes haue depriued Harke that in griefe and paine for my de serts ij are hopes hope is gone darkenesse dwel learne to contemne light Happy ij they that in hell feele not the worlds despite III. CANTO SOrrow sorrowstay lend true repentant teares to a woefull ij wretch-ed wight hence ij dis paire with thy tor menting feares doe not O doe not my heart poore heart affright pitty ij ij ij ij ij help now or neuer mark me not to endlesse paine ij a las I am cōdempne'd ij I am condempned e-uer nohope no help ther doth re maine but downe down down down I fall ij downe ☞ ☞ ☞ and a-rise ij I ne uer shall but downe downe downe ☞ downe I fall ij downe and a rise ij I ne uer shall III. BASSO SOrrow sorrow stay lend true repentant teares lend true repentant repentant teares to a woefull wofull wretched wight Hence hence dispaire with thy tormenting feares ij Oh do not my poore hart my poore hart affright Pittie pittie help now or neuer marke mee not to endlesse paine ij alasse I am condemned condemned euer ij I am condem'd euer no hope no help ther doth remaine but downe d. d. d. d. I fall but downe d. d. d. d. d. I fall downe arise downe and a rise a rise I never shall but downe d. d. d. d. I fall but downe d. d. d. d. d. I fall downe arise downe a rise a rise arise ij ij ij I. neuer shall IIII. CANTO DYe not bee fore thy day poore poore man condemned But life thy low lookes ij from the humble earth Kisse not dispaire see sweet hope con temned The hag hath no delight but mone but mone for mirth O fye poore fond ling ij fie fie be willing to pre serue thy self from killing Hope thy keeper glad to free thee Bids thee goe and will not see thee ☞ ☞ ☞ hye thee quickly from thy wrong so shee endes hir willing song ☞ IIII. BASSO DYe not before thy day poore man condén'd but lift thy low looks ij thy lookes from t'humble earth kisse not dispaire see sweet hope cótemned The hag hath no delight but mone but mone for mirth O fye O fye fye poore fondling fye fye be vvilling to preserue thy selfe frō killing Hope hope thy keeper is glad for to free thee and bids thee goe and vvill not see thee hye thee quickly from thy wrong so shee endes hir vvilling song V CANTO MOurne mourne day is with darknesse fled what heauen then go-uernes earth ô none but hell in heauens stead choaks with his mistes our mirth Mourne mourne looke now for no more day nor night but that from hell Then all must as they may in darkenesse learne to dwell But yet this change must needes change our delight that thus the Sunne ij the Sun should harbour with the night V. BASSO MOurne daies with darknesse fled What heauen then gouernes earth O none but hell in heauens stead Chokes with his mists our mirth Mourne looke now for no more day nor night but that from hell Then all must as they may In darknesse learne to dwell But yet this change this change must change must change delight That thus the Sunne should harbour with the night VI. CANTO TImes eldest sonne olde age the heyre of ease Strēgths foe loues woe and foster to deuotion bids gallant youths in marshall prowes please as for himselfe hee hath no earth-ly motion But thinks sighes teares vowes praiers and sa cri-fi-ces As good as showes maskes iustes or tilt de ui-ses But thinckes ¶ First part VI. BASSO TImes eldest sonne olde age olde age the heire of ease strengthes foe loues woe and foster to deuotion Bids gallant youthes in martial prowes please as for him selse he hath no earthly motion but thincks but thincks sighes teares vowes prayers and sacrifices as good as shewes masks Iusts or Tilt deuises But thincks VII CANTO Second part THen sit thee downe and say thy Nune Demittis with De profundis Credo and Te Deum Chant Mise-re-re for what now so fit is as that or this Para-tum est cor meum O that thy Saint would take in worth thy hart thou canst not please hir with a better part O that thy VII BASSO Second part THen sit thee downe and say thy Nunc de-mittis vvith De profundis Credo and Te deum chant Mi-serere for vvhat novv so fit is as that or this Paratum est cor meum O that thy Saint vvould take in vvorth thy heart thou canst not please hir vvith a better part O that thy VIII CANTO Third part WHen others sings Venite exultemus stand by and turne to Noli emulari For quare fremu e-runt vse oremus Viuat E li-za Vi uat E li za Foran aue mari and teach those swains that liues about thy cell to say A men A men when thou dost pray so well Heere endeth the Songs of two parts VIII BASSO Third part WHen others sings Venite venite exul temus stand by and turne to noli to noli emu-lari for quare fremuerunt vse Oremus Vi uat E li za Vi uat E li za for an Aue Mari and teach those swaines that liues a bout thy cell to sing A men A men vvhen thou doest pray so vvell Heere endeth the songs of two parts IX CANTO PRaise blindnesseeies for see ing is deceit Bee dumbe vaine tongue words are but flattering windes breake hart bleed for ther is no re-ceit to purge in-constancy from most mens Lenuoy mindes And so I wackt amazd and could not moue I know my dreame was Lenuoy true and yet I loue And if thine eares false Haralds to thy hart Conuey into thy head hopes to obtaine Then tell thy hearing thou art deafe by art Now loue is art that wonted to be plaine Now none is bald except they see his braines Affection is not knowne till one be dead Reward for loue are labours for his paines Loues quiuer made of gold his shafts of leade And so I wackt c. IX ALTO PRaise blindnesse eyes for seeing is deceit be dumbe vaine tonge words are but flattering windes Lenuoy breake hart bleed for there is no receit to purge inconstancy from most mens mindes And so I wackt amazed and could not moue I know my dreame was true and yet I loue IX BASSO PRaise blindnesse eyes for seeing is deceit be dumbe vaine tonge words are but flattering wyndes break hart and bleed for there is no receit Lenuoy to purge inconstancie from most mens myndes And so I wackt a maz'd and could not moue I know my dreame was true and yet I loue IX TENORE PRaise blindnesse eyes for seeing is deceit be dumbe vaine tonge words are but flattering windes Lenuoy breake hart bleed for ther is no receit to purge inconstancy frō most mens mindes And

decli ning vn to deep a noyes XIII BASSO NOw cease my wandring eyes strange beaw-ties to ad-myre In change least com-fort lyes long Ioyes yeld long de sire One fayth one loue makes our fraile pleasures e-ter-nall and in sweetnesse proue New hopes new Ioyes are still with sor row decli-ning vn to deep a noyes XIII TENORE NOw cease my wandring eyes strange bew ties to admyre One faith one In change least comfort lyes long Ioyes yeld long desyre New hopes new loue ij makes our fraile pleasures eternall and in sweetnesse prout Ioyes ij are still with sorrow declining vn-to deep a noyes XIIII CANTO COme yee heauy states of night Doe my fathers spirit right Sound ings balefull let mee borrow Burthe-ning my song with sorrow Come sor-row come hir eies that sings By thee are tur ned in to springs Come you Virgins of the night That in Dirges sad delight Quier my Anthems I doe borrow Gold nor pearle but sounds of sorrow Come sorrow come hir eies that sings By thee are tourned into springs XIIII ALTO COme come ye heauy states of night doe my fathers spirit right soundings balefull let me borrow burthening my song with sorrow Come sorrow come come hir eyes that sings by thee are turned are turned in to springs XIIII BASSO COme come yee heauie states of night Doe my fathers spirit right Soun dings balefull let mee borrow Burthening my song with sorrow Come sorrow come hir eies that singe By thee are turned in-to spring XIIII TENORE COme come ye heauy states of night doe my fathers spirit right soundings balefull let me borrow burthening my song with sorrow Come sor row come hir eyes that singes by thee are tur ned are turn'd into springs XV. CANTO WHite as Lillies was hir face When she smiled She bee guiled Quitting faith with foule disgrace Vertue seruice thus neglected Heart with for rowes hath in-fected 2 When I swore my hart hir owne Shee disdained I complained Yet shee left mee ouerthrowen Careles of my bitter groning Ruthlesse bent to no relieuing 3 Vowes and oaths and faith assured Constant euer Changing neuer Yet shee could not bee procured To belecue my paines exceeding From hir sçant neglect proceeding 4 Oh that Loue should haue the art By surmises And disguises To destroy a faithfull hart Or that wanton looking women Should reward their friends as foemen 5 All in vaine is Ladies loue Quickly choosed Shortly loosed For their pride is to remoue Out alas their looks first won vs And their pride hath straight vndone vs. 6 To thy selfe the sweetest faier Thou hast wounded And confounded Changles faith with foule dispaier And my seruice hath enuied And my succours hath denied 7 By thine error thou haft loft Hart vnfained Truth vnstained And the swaine that loued most More assured in loue then many More dispised in loue then any 8 For my hart though set at nought Since you will it Spoile and kill it I will neuer change my thoughts But grieue that beautie ere was borne XV. ALTO WHite as Lillies was hir face When shee smiled shee beguiled Quitting faith with soule dis grace Vertue seruice thus neglected Heart with sorrowes hath in fected XV. BASSO WHite as Lillies was hir face When shee smiled Shee beguiled Quit ting fath with foule disgrace Vertue seruice thus neglected Heart with sorrowes hath infected XV. TENORE WHite as Lillies was hir face When shee smiled She beguiled Quitting faith with foule dis grace Vertue seruice thus neg lected heart with sorrowes with sorrowes hath in sected XVI CANTO WOfull hart with griefe oppressed Since my fortunes most dis tressed From my ioyes hath mee re mo ued Follow those sweet eies adored Those sweet eyes where in are stored All my plea sures best bee loued Fly my breast leaue mee forsaken Wherein Griese his seate hath taken All his arrowes through mee darting Thou maist liue by hir Sunne-shining I shall suffer no more pining By thy losse then by hir parting XVI ALTO WOfull heart with griefe oppressed since my fortunes most distressed From my Ioyes my Ioyes hath mee remou'd follow those sweet eyes a dored those faier eyes wherein are stored all my ple sures best be loued XVI BASSO WOfull heart with griese oppressed since my fortunes most di stressed from my Ioyes hath me re mou'd follow those sweet eyes sweet eyes a dored all my plea sures best beloued XVI TENORE WOfull heart with griese oppressed since my fortunes most distressed From my Ioyes my Ioyes hath me re moued Follow those sweet eyes those sweet eyes adored those sweet eyes wher in are stored all my pleasures best pleasures best be loued XVII CANTO A Shepheard in a shade his plaining made Of loue and lo-uers wrong Since loue and Fortune will I honour still your faire and louely eye Vn to the fairest lasse That trode on grasse And thus bee-gan his song What conquest will it bee Sweet Nimph for thee It I for sorrow dye Restore restore my hart againe Which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine Least that inforst by your disdaine I sing Fye fye on loue ij it is a foolish thing My hart where haue you laid O cruell maide To kill when you might saue Why haue yee cast it sorth as nothing worth Without a tombe or graue O let it bee intombed and lye In your sweet minde and memorie Least I resound on euery warbling string Fyefye on loue that is a foolish thing XVII ALTO A Shepherd in a shade his plaining made of loue louets wrong vn to the fairest lasse Since loue and fortune will I honour still your faire louely eye what cōquest will it be ij that trode on grasse and thus be gan his song Restore restore my heart a ij sweet Nimphe for thee if I for sor-row dye gaine which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine by your disdain I sing fie fie on loue fie fie on loue fie it is a folish thing XVII BASSO A A Shepherd in a shade his plaining made of loue Since loue and fortune will I ho-nour still your faire lo-uers wrong vn to the fai-rest lasse that trode on loue-ly eye what conquest will it be sweet Nimphe for grasse and thus began his song Restore restore my heart a thee if I for sorrow dye gaine which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine least that inforst by your disdaine I sing fie fie on loue fie fie on loue fie it is a fo-lish thing XVII TENORE A Shepherd in a shade his playning made of loue and louers wrong vn to the fai-rest lasse Since loue fortnue wil I ho-nour still your faier and louely eye what conquest will it be ij that trode on grasse and thus be gan his song Restore restore my heart a sweet Nimphe for thee if I for sor-row dye gaine which loue by thy sweet sweet lookes hath slaine least that inforst inforst by your disdaine ij I sing fie fie on loue fie fie fie on loue it is a

folish thing XVIII CANTO FAction that euer dwels In court where wits excells hath set de fiance Fortune and loue hath sworne That they were neuer borne of one aliance 1 Fortune sweares weakest harts The booke of Cupids arts Turne with hir wheele Sences themselues shall proue Venture hir place in loue Aske them that feele 2 This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good Fortune should euer dwell In court where wits excell Loue keepe the vvood 3 So to the wood vvent I With loue to liue and die Fortune forlorne Experience of my youth Made mee thinke humble truth In desert borne 4 My saint is deere to mee And Ione hir selfe is shee Ione faier and true Ione that doth euer moue Passions of loue with loue Fortune adiew XVIII ALTO FAction that e uer dwells in Court where wittes excells hath set defiance fortune and loue hath sworne that they were ne uer borne of one a liance XVIII BASSO FAction that euer dwells in Court where wittes excells hath set de fiance fortune and loue hath sworne that they were neuer borne of oue aliance XVIII TENORE FAction that euer dwells in Court where witts excells hath set de-fiance Forrune and loue hath sworne that they were ne uer borne of one a liance XIX CANTO SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace Shall I pray shall I proue Shall I striue to a heauenly Ioy with an earthly loue Shall I think that a bleeding hart or a wounded eie Or a sigh can ascend the cloudes to at-taine so hie 2 Silly wretch forsake these dreames of a vaine desire O bethinke what hie regard holy hopes doe require Fauour is as faire as things are treasure is not bought Fauour is not wonne with words nor the wish of a thought 3 Pittie is but a poore defence for a dying hart Ladies eies respect no mone in a meane desert Shee is to worthie far for a worth so base Cruell and but iust is shee in my iust disgrace Iustice giues each man his owne though my loue bee iust Yet will not shee pittie my griefe therefore die I must Silly hart then yeeld to die perish in dispaire Witnesse yet how faine I die When I die for the faire XIX ALTO SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace shall I pray shall I proue shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye with an earthly loue shall I thinck that a bleeding heart ij or a wounded eye or a sigh can ascend the cloudes ascend the cloudes to attaine so hie XIX BASSO SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace shall I pray shall I proue shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye with an earthly loue Shall I thinck ij that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye or a sigh can ascend the cloudes to attaine so hie XIX TENORE SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace shall I pray shall I proue shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye with an earthly loue Shall I thinck that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye or a sigh can ascend the cloudes the cloudes to attaine so hie XX. CANTO for FInding in fields ye shall finde a better dittie TOsse not my soule O loue twixt hope and feare Shew mee some ground where I may firme ly stand or sure ly fall I care not which a peare So one will close mee Lenuoy in a cer taine band When once of ill the vtter most is Lenuoy knowen The strength of sor row quite is o-uer throwne Take mee Assurance to thy blisfull holde Or thou Despaire vnto thy darkest Cell Fach hath full rest the one in ioyes enrolde Th' other in that hee feares no more is well When once the vttermost of ill is knowne The strength of sorrow quite is ouerthrowne The end of the foure parts XX. ALTO TOsse not my soule O loue twixt hope and feare shew mee some ground wher I may firm ly stand or surely fall ij I care not which apeare so one will close mee in a Lenuoy certaine band in a certaine band When once of ill the vttermost is knowne ij the strength of sorrow quite is ouerthrowne XX. BASSO TOsse not my soule Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand or surely fall ij I care not which apeare so one will close ij Lenuoy will close mee in a certaine band When once of ill the vttermost is knowne the strength of sorrow quite is ouer throwne The end of the foure parts XX. TENORE TOsse not my soule O loue twixt hope feare ij Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand or surely fall or fall or surely fall I care not which apeare ij Lenuoy so one will close mee in a certaine band When once of ill the vtter most when once of ill the vttermost is knowne the strength of sorrow quite is ouer throwne XXI QVINTO For a treble Vidl CLeare or Cloudie Of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet ij Yet iarring notes out ringeth XXI CANTO CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring Smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring When skies blew silke and me dowes carpets bee Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet yet larring notes out ring eth Hir grace like Iune when earth and trees bee trimde In best attire of compleat beauties height Hir loue againe like sommers daies bee dimde With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith Hir trust hir doubt like raine and heat in Skies Gently thundring she lightning to mine eies Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing In weedes as into hearbs and flowers And sees of seruice diuers sorts in sowing Some haply seeming and some being yours Raine on your hearbs and flowers that truely serue And let your weeds lack dew and duely sterue XXI ALTO CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee pleasd or smiling like milde may all flowring when Skies blew filke and medowes car pets be hir speches notes of that night bird that sings who thought all sweet yet Iarring notes out ringeth XXI BASSO CLeare or Clowdie sweet as Aprill showring smothe or frow ning so is hir face to mee pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring when Skies blue filke and medowes carpets be hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth who thought all sweet yet iarring notes out ringeth XXI TENORE CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee pleasd or smiling like mild May all flowring when Skies blew silke blew silke and Medowes carpets be hir speeches notes of that night bird that fingeth who thought all sweet yet iarring notes out ringeth XXII QVINTO For a treble Violl HVmor Princes Chorus XXII CANTO A Dialogue HVmor say what mak'st thou heere In the presence of a Queene Thou art a heauy leaden moode Chorus But neuer Hu mor yet was true but that but that but that that that that that that that which one-ly one-ly pleaseth you 1 O I am as heauy as earth Say then who is Humor now 1 Why then t is I am drownde in Woe But neuer Humor c. 1 Mirth then is drownde in sorrowes brim Oh in sorrow all things sleepe 1 In hir presence all things smile Humor frolike then a while But neuer Humor c. XXII ALTO HVmor Chorus But neuer humor yet was true but that but that but that that that that that that that that which onely onely pleaseth you XXII BASSO HVmor Princes hould conceit most deere all conceit in humor seene Humor is inuencions foode Chorus but neuer humor yet was true but that but that but that that that that that that that that which one ly pleaseth you 2 I am now inclind to mirth humor I as well as thou 2 No no wit is cherisht so but neuer humor c. 2 No no foole the light 's things swim heauie things sinck to the deepe but neuer humor c. XXII TENORE HVmor Chorus But neuer humor yet was true but that but that but that that that that that that that that which one-ly pleaseth you BASSO DOwlands adew FINIS Dowlands adew for Master Oliuer Cromwell FINIS