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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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