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Ayres and dialogues (to be sung to the theorbo-lute or bass-viol) John Gamble.
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Gamble, John, d. 1687.
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VERA EFFIGIES IOANNIS GAMBLE PHILOMUSICI This to the Graver owes By his owne hand But read and Find a most Harmonious Mind T. Cross sculpsit I S AYRES AND DIALOGUES To be Sung to the THEORBO-LUTE Or BASS-VIOL BY JOHN GAMBLE Horat. Od. 2. 10. Quondam cithara tacentem Suscitat Musam neque semper Arcum Tendit Apollo LONDON Printed by W. Godbid for Humphry Mosley at the Princes-Arms In St. Paul's Church-yard 1657. To the worthy of all Honour THOMAS STANLEY Esq SIR YOV have been a merciful Creditor in the trust of these inestimable Poems so long with me a person inconsiderable But I beseech you think I have been sensible of the great obligation and alwayes thought it a less trespass to break with all the world then by the least forgetfulness of my duty make an unhappy forfeit of my self to your displeasure Sir I have brought home your Principal and though it be a thing beneath your generous expectation to look at profit yet I thought it became my justice to tender you a small interest the endevours of my poor Art to wait upon it I acknowledge it a bold undertaking to compose your Words which are so pure Harmonie in themselves into any other Musick But it was not in my ambition or hope to mend the least Accent or Emphasis wch they received from your own numerous Soul but to essay how neer a whole life spent in the study of Musical Compositions could imitate the flowing and natural Graces which you have created by your fancie I have onely to say If my zeal have not stained what you have excellently made I will not despair of your pardon and if any thing herein the wel-meant tender of my service may obtain your smile permission I shal be confirmed in my thoughts that I may stil write my self SIR The most humble and faithful of your Servants John Gamble To the Noble Few Lovers of MUSICK My Lords and Gentlemen THE soft Relations and Sympathie that this Princess of all Arts hath with the Harmonie of your Souls had even imposed upon my Faith I had committed Rape upon these Papers which long ere this on their owne Wings had One by One hover'd o're and dropt into your gen'rous Breasts for Patronage and anticipated this my present Service and Devotion But I forbad all single Flights and by degrees caged each Linnet up till she had learn'd her Lesson and I compleated the whole Consort full and intire which as it is together with the whole Aviarie I most humbly Sacrifice to your Mercy and Delight Fourscore and six a Jolly pleasant Band all of one true Phoebean Strain yet each distinctly taught her sev'ral Grace onely to Court your various Ear and Fancie My Lords and Gentlemen I onely wish you the same Kind Genuine Joy in the Hearing of these Seraphick Poems as the most Noble Author had in the Writing the World in Reading and my Self in the Composing of them and then I 'm confident Musick will have wrought a greater Wonder then to animate with Sense Plants and Vegetables that is to surprize and take in Refined and Abstracted Spirits which is a holy Invasion upon Heaven But I detain you too long in the Porch with these Lowd Instruments the Soft Quire waits you within Please you vouchsafe your favourable Thoughts whilest I in all Humility submit my Self My Lords and Gentl. Your most grateful Servant John Gamble To his Friend THOMAS STANLEY Esq On his ODES Set and Published By Mr. IOHN GAMBLE STANLEY the Darling of Apollo you That make at once both Verse and Musick too So sweet a Master of so sweet a Muse Whom not to name with honour were t' abuse How your words flow How sweetly do they Chyme VVhen your pure Couplets do imbrace in Ryme How quick how lovely and how full of Sence Your Fancie is and all that springs from thence VVhich Gamble has enliv'ned by his Art And breath'd an Active Soul through every part And so deduc'd your Mind to us that we May feast our Ears and Souls with raritie How much to You how much to Him we owe VVe can conceive but cannot make you know Nor have we thanks proportion'd to your worth You that did make and He that set them forth In such a lively Dress too VVe admire VVhat we cann't praise what we cann't do Desire And therefore turn our praises into prayers That You 'l make more such Odes He more such Ayres Alexander Broome On my Friend Mr. IOHN GAMBLE His excellent Composition of the Songs and Dialogues of THOMAS STANLEY Esq MAN is Compos'd of Harmonie each Sense Moves by a Sphericall Intelligence Such as have small Skill in Articulate Notes Yet as their Ears do like can give their Votes And by that Judgement I am â—ed my Friend On thy Just Merits some few Lines to spend Here thou hast play'd the Cunning Chymist fixt Mercurial-Notes to Words so aptly mixt So wedded to each Accent Sense and Feet They like two Bodies in one Center meet The Elements of Fire and Air here kiss Without Confusion by Hypothesis Unto the Muses Lamp thou addest Oyle By thy Elaborate-Skill Ingenious Toyl Plato by Numbers Mounted Heaven and Wee Have no less Ladder thus Inspir'd by Thee Wee that have Souls no undigested Stuff Like th' Dunghill-Cock that Struts after Sr Buff Let such imbrace their Chaos with it sink Discord to them 's as good as Meat and Drink While Wee Three Regions 'bove Them sit and Praise Thy Concord in these Snarling-Dogged-daies Jo. Tatham To my Noble Kinsman THOMAS STANLEY Esq On his Lyrick Poems Composed by Mr. IOHN GAMBLE I. WHat means this stately TABLATVRE The Ballance of thy streins Which seems in stead of sifting pure T' extend and Rack thy veins Thy Odes first their owne Harmonie did break For Singing ' troth is but in Tune to speak II. Nor thus thy Golden Feet and Wings May it be thought false Harmonie T' Ascend to Heav'n by Silver Strings This is Vrania's Heraldrie Thy Royal Poem now we may extol And truely Lunâ— blazon'd upon Sol. III. As when Amphion first did Call Each list'ning Stone from 's Den And with the Lute did form the Wall But with his Words the Men So in their twisted Numbers now you thus Not onely Stocks perswade but Ravish us IV. Thus do your Ayres Eccho o're The Notes and Anthemes of the Spheres And their whole Consort back restore As if Earth too would bless Heavens Ears But yet the Spoakes on which they scal'd so High Gamble hath wisely laid of UT RE MI Richard Lovelace On the Excellent Poems of Tho. Stanley Esq Composed by Mr. IOHN GAMBLE VVRapt in like Numbers could th' husht world but hear Th' above abstracted Harmonie Such Words Th' Octave Intelligence sings to his Sphear When all th' Astonomers trembling Lines turn Chords Thus the Mean Quire of Movers roul in Tone Their Crystal Tenor-Orbs to the Concent This Base the Gammut Heaven of the Moon Ecchoes the
at first adore thy Shrine But He that as thy sacrifice Doth willingly fall twice Dies his own Martyr and not thine I. SUch icy kisses Anchorites that live secluded from the world to dead sculs give and these cold Maids on whom Love never spent his flame nor know what by desire is meant to their expiring fathers such bequeath snatching their fleeting spirits in that breath the timerous Priest doth with such fear and nice devotion touch the holy Sacrifice II. Fie Chariâ—ssa whence so chang'd of late As to become in love a reprobate Quit quit this dulness Fairest and make known A flâ—me unto me equal with my own Shake off this frost for shame that dwels upon Thy lip or if it will not so be gone Let 's once more joyn our lip and thou shalt see That by the flame of mine 't will melted be I. THat I might ever dream thus that some power to my eternal sleep would joyn this hour so willingly deceiv'd I might possess in seeming joys a â—eal happiness Death I would gladly bow beneath thy charms if thou couldst bring my Dâ—ris to my arms that thus at last made happy I might prove in life the hell in death the heaven of love II. Hast not away so soon mock not my joys With the delusive sight or empty noyse Of happiness Oh do not dissipate A pleasure thou so lately didst create Shadows of life or death do such bliss give That 't is an equal curse to wake or live Stay then kind sleep be ever here confin'd Or if thou wilt away leave her behind I. ROses in breathing forth their sent or stars their borrowed ornament Nymphs in the watery sphere that move or Angels in their orbs above the winged chariot of the light or the â—low silent wheels of night the shade which from the swifter Sun doth in a circular motion run or souls that their eternal Rest do keep Make far less noise then Caelia's Breath in sleep II. But if the Angel which inspires This subtle flame with active fires Should mould this breath to words and those Into a harmony dispose The musick of this heavenly sphear Would steal each soul out at the ear And into plants and stones infuse A life that Cherubins would chuse And with new powers invert the laws of Fate Kill those that live and dead things animate I. REbellious fools that scorn to bow beneath Loves easie sway whose stubborn wills no laws allow disdaining to obey mark but this wreath of hair and you shall see None that might wear such fetters would be free II. I once could boast a soul like you As unconfin'd as air But mine which force could not subdue Was caught within this snare And by my self betray'd I for this gold A heart that many storms withstood have sold III. No longer now wise Art enqâ—ire With this vain search delighted How souls that humane breasts inspire Are to their frames united Material chains such spirits well may bind When this soft braid can tie both Arm and Mind IV. Now Beauties I defie your charm Rul'd by more powerful Art This mystick wreath which crowns my Arm Defends my vanquisht Heart And I subdu'd by one more fair shall be Secur'd from Conquest by Captivity I. YEt ere I go disdainful Beauty thou shalt be so wretched as to know what joys thou fling'st away with me A Faith so bright as Time or Fortune could not rust so firm that Lovers might have read thy story in my dust And crown'd thy name with Laurel verdant as thy Youth whil'st the shril voyce of Fâ—me spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth II. This thou hast lost For all true Lovers when they find That my just aims were â—rost Will speak thee lighter then the wind And none will lay Any oblation on thy shrine But such as would betray Thy fâ—ith to faiths as false as thine Yet if thou chuse On such thy freedome to bestow Affection mâ—y excuse For love from Sympathy doth flow I. CAst off for shame ungentle maid that misbecoming joy thou wear'st For in my Death though long delay'd unwisely cruel thou appear'st Insult o're Captives with disdain thou canst not triumph or'e the slain II. No I am now no longer thine Nor canst thou take delight to see Him whom thy love did once confine Set though by Death at Liberty For if my fall a smile beget Thou gloriest in thy own defeat III. Behold how thy unthrifty pride Hath murtherd him that did maintain it And wary Souls who never tride Thy Tyrant Beauty will disdain it But I am softer and that me Thou wouldst not pity pity thee I. WErt thou by all affections sought fairer then thou wouldst be thought or had thine eyes as many Darts as thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts Yet if thy Love were payd to me I would not offer mine to thee II. I de sooner court a Feavers heat Then her that owns a Flame as great She that my Love will entertain Must meet it with no less disdain For mutual fires themselves destroy And willing Kisses yield no Joy III. I love thee not because alone Thou canst all Beauty call thine own Nor doth my passion fuel seek In thy bright Eye or softer Cheek Then Fairest if thou wouldst know why I love cause thou canst deny I. DEceiv'd and undeceiv'd to be at once I seek with equal care wreched in the discovery happy if cozen'd still I were yet certain ill of ill hath less then the mistrust of happiness II. But if when I have reach'd my aim That which I seek less worthy prove Yet still my love remains the same The subject not deserving love I can no longer be excus'd Now more in fault as less abus'd III. Then let me flatter my desires And doubt what I might know too sure He that to cheat himself conspires From falshhood doth his faith secure In Love â—ncertain to believe I am deceiv'd doth undeceive IV. For if my Life on Doubt depend And in distrust inconstant steer If I essay the strife to end When Ignorance were Wisdome here All thy attempts how can I blame To work my Death I seek the same I. MEn and Maids at time of year the ripe clusters joyntly bear to the Press but in when thrown they by men are trod alone who in Bâ—cchus praises join squeeze the Grape let out the wine Oh with what delight they spy the new must when tunn'd work high II. Which if old men freely take Their gray heads and heels they shake And a young man if he find Some fair Maid to sleep resign'd In the shade he straight goes to her Wakes and roundly giâ—s to wooe her Whilest love slily stealing in Tempts her to the pleasing sin III. Yet she long resists his offers Nor will hear what ere he proffers Till perceiving that his prayer Melts into regardless air Her who seemingly restrains He by pleasing force constrains Wine doth boldness thus dispence Teaching young men insolence I. I Must