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

all good fortake 5 Be not then of be ●●ry proud but so her colours bears That they proue not ●taines to her that them ●or 〈◊〉 ●●ould we●●● 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 Fr●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 a●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 begu●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 spe●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 dis●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 ●s an ●●cho clear● which Musicke doth beget Thy spee●● is ●n Or●●● which no●e can coun●et●t For thou ●one 〈◊〉 ●●nchanting And I co●d heare 〈◊〉 w●●●out ending Other com●o● neuer wanting 3 Some little reason brutish liues w●●● humane glory share But language is our proper grace ●●om which they ●●uer dare As brutes in reason man ●u●pass Men in speech excelle 〈◊〉 other If speech be then the best of ●●aces Doe it not in slumber smo●her CANTVS XIIII WHat is it all that men possesse a-mong themselues conuersing Wealth or fame or Women one-ly som● 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 exp●sle Good wife is the good I praise if by good men possessed Bad with bad in ill fate well but good with good ●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 hil● will climbe and play the

Giue her pride but ●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 ruthl●sle 3 Sorrow can laugh and Fury sing Aye me aye me My rauing g●●● 〈◊〉 I ●u'd too 〈◊〉 a loner The first st●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 ●●ler bo 〈◊〉 bo-dy grie-ued that ha●●e powre to ease mee Maids 〈…〉 lo-ging 〈…〉 that b●●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 ●●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 mot●e● one brought forth I woul● bring forth an-other BASSVS FINIS