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

now her furie requite With the reuenge of loue Then come sweetest come My lips with kisses gracing Here let vs harbour all alone 〈…〉 embra●ing Will you now so timely depart And not returne againe Your sight lends such life to my hart That to depart is paine Feare yeelds no delay Securenes helpe in pleasure Then till the time giues safer stay O farewell my 〈…〉 XVIII THe man of life vpright whose guiltlesse hart is free from all disho nest deedes or thought of vanitie 2 The man whose silent dayes In harmeles ioyes are spent Whome hopes cannot delude Nor sorrow discontent 3 That man needes neither towers Nor armour for defence Nor secret vautes to flie From thunders violence 4 The horrours of the deepe And terrours of the Skies 5 Thus scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings He makes the heau'n his booke His wisedome heeu'nly things 6 Good thoughts his onely friendes His wealth a well-spentage The 〈◊〉 his sober 〈◊〉 XIX HArke al you ladies y t do sleep The fayry queen Pro serpina bids you awake and pitie them that weep you may doe in the darke what the day doth forbid feare not the dogs that barke night will haue all hid 2 But if you let your louers mone the Fairie Queene Proserpina Will send abroad her Fairies eu'rie one that shall pinch blacke and blew Your white hands and faire armes that did not kindly rue Your Paramours harmes 3 In Myrt●e Arbours on the downes The Fairie Queene Pro●er●in● This nig●t by 〈…〉 4 All you that will hold watch with loue the Fairie Queene Proserpina Will make you fairer then Diones doue Roses red Lillies white And the cleare damaske hue shall on your cheekes alight Loue will adorne you 5 All you that loue or lou'd before the Fairie Queene Pro●e●●i●● XX. WHen thou must home to shades of vn der ground and there a The beauteous spirits do ingirt thee round white I o riu'd a newe ad mi red guest pe blith Hellen and the rest To heare the stories of thy finisht loue from that smoothe roong whose mu sicke can moue Then wilt thou speake of banqueting delights Of masks and reuels which sweete youth did make Of Turnies and great challenges of knightes And all these triumphes for thy beau●ies 〈◊〉 XXI COme let vs sound with melody the praises of the kings king Th'omni potent cre a tor Author of number that hath all the world in harmonie framed Heau'n is his throne perpetually shining His deuine power and glorie thence he thunders One in all and all still in one abiding Both Father and Sonne O sacred sprite inuisible eternall Eu'ry where yet vnlimited that all things Canst in one moment penetrate reuiue me O holy Spirit 〈◊〉 O re●eue me from earthly darkne● Guide my soule that thirsts to the liuely Fountaine Of thy deuinenes Cleanse my soule O God thy bespotted Image Altered with sinne so that heau'nly purenes Cannot acknowledge me but in thy mercies O Father of grace But when once thy beames do remoue my darknes O then I 'le shine forth as an Angell of light And record with more than an earthly voice thy Infinite 〈◊〉 A Table of the rest of the Songs contained in this Booke made by Philip Rosseter I. Sweete come againe II. And would you see III. No graue for woe IIII. If I vrge my kinde desires V. What hearts content VI. Let him that will be free VII Reproue not loue VIII And would you faine IX When Laura smiles X. Long haue mine eies XI Though far from ioy XII Shall I come if I swim XIII Aie me that loue XIIII Shall then a trayterous XV. If I hope I pine XVI Vnlesse there were consent XVII If she forsakes me XVIII What is a daie XIX Kind in vnkindnesse XX. What then is loue but XXI Whether men doe laugh I. SWeete come againe your happie sight so much desir'd since you from hence are now retir'd I seeke in vaine stil must I mourn pine in longing paine till you my liues de light a gaine vouch safe your wisht returne If true desire Or faithfull vow of endles loue Thy heart enflam'd may kindly moue With equall fire O then my ioies So long destraught shall rest Reposed soft in thy ch●st brest Exempt from all 〈◊〉 Now it is growne Confirm'd do you it keepe And let it safe in your bosome sleepe There euer made your owne And till we meete Teach abience inward 〈…〉 II. ANd would you see my Mistris face it is a flowrie garden place where knots of beauties haue such grace that all is worke and no where space It is a sweete delicious morne where day is breeding neuer borne It is a Meadow yet unshorne whome thousand flowers do adorne It is the heaunes bright reflexe weake eies to dazle and to vexe It is th' Idea of her sexe enuie of whome doth world perplexe It is a face of death that smiles pleasing though it killes the whiles Where death and loue in pretie wiles each other mutuallie beguiles It is faire beauties freshest youth it is the fain'd Eliziums truth The soring that winter'd harts renu'th ●nd 〈◊〉 is that my soule 〈◊〉 III. NO graue for woe yet earth my watrie teares deuoures sighes want ayre and burnt desires kind pitties showres Stars hold their fatal course loies pre uen ting the earth y e sea the aire y e fire the heau'ns vow my tor men ting Yet still I liue and waste my wearie daies in grones And with wofull tunes adorne dispayring mones Night still ●repar●● a more disp●easing 〈◊〉 IIII. IF I vrge my kinde desires she vnkind doth them reiect womens hearts are painted fires to deceiue them affect I alone loues fires include shee alone doth them delude Shee hath often vow'd her loue But also no fruit I finde That her fires are false I proue Yet in her no fault I finde ● was 〈◊〉 vnhappy 〈…〉 And 〈…〉 Yet if humane care or paine May the heau'nly order change She will hate her owne disdaine And repent she was so strange V. WHat harts con tent can he finde what happy sleepes can his eies em brace that beares His tast sweet wines will abhorre no musicks sounde can appease thoughts that wic a guiltie minde ked deeds deplore The passion of a present feare stil makes his restles motion there all the day hee dreads the night and all the night a one agast hee feares the morning light But he that loues to be lou'd And in his deedes doth adore heauens power And is with pitie mou'd The night giues rest to his heart The 〈◊〉 beames do awake his soule VI. LEt him that will be free keep his hart from care retir'd a lone re maine where no dis comforts are for when the ele doth view his griefe or haplesse eare his sorrow heares Th' impression still in him a bides and euer in one shape appeares Forget thy griefes betimes long sorrow breedes long paine for ioie farre fled

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