THE FIRST BOOK OF SONGS & AIRS OF four parts with Tabulature for the Lute So made that all the parts together, or either of them severally may be song to the Lute, Orpherian or Viol. de Gamba. Composed by Robert jones. Quae prosunt singula multa iwant. Printed by Peter Short with the assent of Thomas Morley, and are to be sold at the sign of the Star on Bredstreet hill. 1600. TO THE HONOURABLE AND VIRTUOUS GENTLEMAN SIR ROBERT SIDNEY, KNIGHT GOVERNOR UNDER HER MAJESTY OF THE TOWN OF VLUSHING, AND THE CASTLE OF THE Ramekins IN THE LOW COUNTRIES, AND OF the forts of the same appendent, with the garrison therein placed as well of horse as foot. YOUR great love and favour Honourable Sir, ever manifested to all worthy Sciences, hath emboldened me to offer up at your Lordship's Shrine, these the unworthy labours of my musical travels. And though in respect of their weakness, they may perhaps seem untimely brought forth, and therefore the unlikelier to prosper; yet doubt I not but if tendered by you, they shall happily find gentle cherishing, which may be a mean to make them more stronger, or else miscarrying, to encourage my endeavours to beget a better: for as no arts winks at fewer errors than music: so none greater enemies to their own profession than musicians; who whilst in their own singularity, they condemn every man's works, as some way faulty, they are the cause, the art is the less esteemed, and they themselves reputed as selfe-commenders, and men most fantastical. Wherefore if this one censuring infirmity were removed, these my airs (free I dare say from gross errors) would find every where more gracious entertainment. But since even those, who are best seen in this art, cannot vaunt themselves free from such detractors, I the less regard it being so well accompanied. Howsoever if herein I may gain your honours good allowance, I shall think I have attained to the better end of my labours (which with myself, and the best of my service) rests ever more at your Lordship's employment. Your Lordship's devoted in all dutiful service. ROBERT JONES. TO THE READER GENTLEMEN, since my desire is your ears should be my indifferent judges, I cannot think it necessary to make my travels, or my bringing up arguments to persuade you that I have a good opinion of myself, only thus much will I say: That I may prevent the rash judgements of such as know me not. Ever since I practised speaking, I have practised singing; having had no other quality to hinder me from the perfect knowledge of this faculty, I have been encouraged by the warrant of divers good judgements, that my pains herein shall at the least procure good liking, if not delight, which yet for mine own part I must needs fear as much as I desire, especially when I consider the ripeness of this industrious age, wherein all men endeavour to know all things, I confess I was not unwilling to embrace the conceits of such gentlemen as were earnest to have me apparel these ditties for them; which though they intended for their private recreation, never meaning they should come into the light, were yet content upon entreaty to make the encouragements of this my first adventure, whereupon I was almost glad to make my small skill known to the world: presuming that if my cunning failed me in the Music: yet the words might speak for themselves, howsoever it pleaseth them to account better of that, then of those. Of purpose (as it should seem) to make me believe I can do something; my only hope is, that seeing neither my cold airs, not their idle ditties (as they will needs have me call them) have hitherto been sounded in the ears of many: they may chance to find such entertainment, as commonly news doth in the world: which if I may be so happy to bear, I will not say my next shall be better, but I will promise to take more pains to show more points of music, which now I could not do, because my chiefest care was to fit the Note to the Word, till when, I must be as well content with each man's lawful censure, as I shall be glad of some men's undeserved favours. R. J. A Table of all the Songs contained in this Book. A Woman's Looks I. Fond wanton youths II. She whose matchless beauty III. Once did I love FOUR Led by a strong desire V. Lie down poor heart VI. Where lingering fear VII. Hero care not though VIII. When love and time IX. Sweet come away X. Women what are they XI. Farewell dear love XII. O my poor eyes XIII. If fathers knew XIIII. Life is a Poets phable XV. Sweet Philomel XVI. That heart XVII. What if I seek XVIII. My mistress XIX. Perplexed XX. Can modest plain desire XXI. I. CANTUS A Woman's looks are barbed hooks, that catch by art the strongest heart, when yet they spend no breath, but let them speak & sighing break, forth into tears, their words are spears, that wound our souls to death. 2 The rarest wit Is made forget, And like a child Is oft beguiled, With loves sweet seeming bait: Love with his rod So like a God, Commands the mind We cannot find, Fair shows hide fowl deceit. 3 Time that all things In order brings, Hath taught me now To be more slow, In giving faith to speech: Since women's words No truth affords, And when they kiss They think by this, Us men to overreach. ALTUS. A Woman's looks are barbed hooks, that catch by art the strongest heart, when yet they spend no breath, but let them speak and sighing break, forth into tears, their words are spears, that wound our souls to death. BASSUS. A Woman's looks are barbed hooks, that catch by art the strongest heart, when yet they spend no breath, but let them speak and sighing break, forth into tears, their words are spears, that wound our soul's to death. TENOR. A Woman's looks are barbed hooks, that catch by art the strongest heart, when yet they spend no breath, but let them speak and sighing break, forth into tears, their words are spears, that wound our souls to death. II. CANTUS FOnd wanton youths, fond wanton youths make love a God, which after proveth ages rod, their youth, their time, their wit, their art, they spend in seeking of their smart, and which of follies is the chief, they woo their woe, they woo their woe, they wed their grief. 2 All find it so who wedded are, loves sweets they find enfold sour care: His pleasures pleasingst in the eye, Which tasted once, with loathing die: They find of follies 'tis the chief, Their woe to woo to wed their grief. 3 If for their own content they choose, Forthwith their kindred's love they lose: And if their kindred they content, For ever after they repent. O 'tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woo to wed our grief. 4 In bed what strifes are bred by day, Our puling wives do open lay: None friends none foes we must esteem, But whom they so vouchsafe to deem: O 'tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woo to wed our grief. 5 Their smiles we want if ought they want, And either we their wills must grant, Or die they will or are with child, Their laughings must not be beguiled: O 'tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woe to wed our grief, 6 Fowl wives are jealous, fair wives false, Marriage to either binds us thrall: Wherefore being bound we must obey, And forced be perforce to say▪ Of all our bliss it is the chief, Our woe to woo to wed our grief. ALTUS. FOnd wanton youths, two. fond wanton youths make love a God two. which after proveth ages rod, their youth, their time, their wit, their art, they spend in seeking of their smart, and which of follies is the chief they woo their woe, two. they wed their grief, they wed their grief, they wed their grief. BASSUS. FOnd wanton youths, two. Fond wanton youths make love a God, which after proveth ages rod ages rod, their youth, their time, their wit, their art, their art, they spend in seeking of their smart, and which of follies is the chief they woo their woe, their woe, they woo their woe, they wed their grief, they wed their grief. TENOR. FOnd wanton youths, two. Fond wanton youths make love a God make love a God which after proveth ages rod, their youth, their time. their wit, their art, two. they spend in seeking of their smart, and which of follies is the chief, of follies is the chief, they woo their woe, they wed their grief, they woo their woe, their woe, they wed their grief. III. CANTUS SHe whose matchless beauty staineth, what best judgement fairest maintaineth, she O she my love dis- day- neth, she O she my love disdaineth. 2 Can a creature so excelling, Harbour scorn in beauties dwelling, All kind pity thence expelling? 3 Pity beauty much commendeth, And th'embracer oft befriendeth, When all eye contentment endeth. 4 Time proves beauty transitory Scorn; the stain of beauty's glory, In time makes the scorner sorry. 5 None adores the sun declining, Love all love falls to resigning, When the sun of love leaves shining. 6 So when flower of beauty fails thee, And age stealing on assails thee, Then mark what this scorn avails thee. 7 Then those hearts which now complaining, Feel the wounds of thy disdaining, Shall contemn thy beauty waning. 8 Yea thine own heart now dear prized, Shall with spite and grief surprised, Burst to find itself despised. 9 When like harms have them requited, Who in others harms delighted, Pleasingly the wronged are righted. 10 Such revenge my wrongs attending, Hope still lives on time depending, By thy plagues my torments ending. ALTUS. She whose matchless beauty stay- neth, what best judgement fairest maintaineth, she O she my love my love dis- daineth, she O she my love my love dis- daineth. BASSUS. She whose matchless beauty staineth, what best judgement fairest main- tay- neth she O she my love my love dis- day- neth, she O she my love my love dis- daineth. TENOR. She whose matchless beauty stay- neth, what best judgement fairest main- tay- neth, she O she my love my love dis- daineth, she O she my love my love dis- daineth. FOUR CANTUS ONce did I love and yet I live, though love & truth be now for- gotten. Then did I joy now do I grieve, that holy vows must needs be broken, that holy vows must needs be broken. 2 Hers be the blame that caused it so, Mine be the grief though it be little, She shall have shame I cause to know: What 'tis to love a dame so fickle. 3 Love her that list I am content, For that chameleon like she changeth, Yielding such mists as may prevent▪ My sight to view her when she rangeth. 4 Let him not vaunt that gains my loss, For when that he and time hath proved her, She may him bring to weeping cross: I say no more because I loved her. ALTUS. ONce did I love and yet I live and yet I live, though love and truth be now forgotten, then did I joy now do I grieve, now do I grieve that holy vows must needs be broken, that holy vows must needs must needs be broken. BASSUS. ONce did I love and yet I live and yet I live, though love and truth be now forgot- ten, than did I joy now do I grieve now do I grieve that holy vows must needs be bro-ken, that holy vows must needs be broken. TENOR. ONce did I love and yet I live and yet I live, though love and truth be now be now forgotten, then did I joy, now do I grieve I grieve, that holy vows must needs be broken that holy vows must needs must needs be broken. V. CANTUS LEd by a strong de- sire to have a thing unseen seen, nothing could make me tyre to be to be to be where as I had been, I got her sight which made me think, my thirst was gone because I saw my drink. 2 Kept by the careful watch Of more than hundred eyes, I sought but could not catch The thing she not denies: 'tis better to be blind and fast, Then hungry see thy love and cannot taste. 3 But lovers eyes do wake When others are at rest, And in the night they slake The fire of days unrest: Me thinks that joy is of most worth, Which painful time & passed fears brings forth. 4 Yet husbands do suppose To keep their wives by art, And parents will disclose By looks their children's heart: As if they which have will to do, Had not the wit to blind such keepers to. 5 Peace then ye aged fools That know yourselves so wise, That from experience schools Do think wit must arise: Give young men leave to think and say, Your senses with your bodies do decay. 6 Love ruleth like a God Whom earth keeps not in awe, Nor fear of smarting rod Denounced by reason's law: Give grave advise but rest you there, Youth hath his course, & will, & you youths were. 7 Think not by prying care To pick loves secrets out, If you suspicious are Yourselves resolve your doubt, Who seeks to know such deed once done, Finds perjury before confession. ALTUS. LEd by a strong de- sire to have a thing unseen, nothing could make me tyre, to be to be to be to be where I had been, I got her sight which made me think, my thirst was gone, because I saw my drink. BASSUS. LEd by a strong desire to have a thing unseen, nothing could make me tyre to be to be to be where I had been, where I had been, I got her sight which made me think my thirst was gone, because I saw my drink. TENOR. LEd by a strong de- sire to have a thing unseen, nothing could make could make me tyre, to be to be to be where I had been, two. where I had been, I got her sight which made me think my thirst was gone, because I saw my drink. VI CANTUS LIe down poor heart and die a while for grief, think not this world will ever do thee good, fortune fore- warns the look to thy relief, and sorrow sucks upon thy living blood, than this is all can help thee of this hell, lie down and die, lie down and die, and then thou shalt do well. 2 Day gives his light but to thy labours toil, And night her rest but to thy weary bones, Thy fairest fortune follows with a foil: And laughing ends but with their after groans. And this is all can help thee of thy hell, Lie down and die and then thou shalt do well. 3 Patience doth pine and pity ease no pain, Time wears the thoughts but nothing helps the mind, Dead and alive alive and dead again: These are the fits that thou art like to find. And this is all can help thee of thy hell, Lie down and die and then thou shalt do well▪ ALTUS. LIe down poor heart, two. and die a while for grief, think not this world will ever do thee good do thee good, fortune forewarns thou look to thy relief to thy relief, and sorrow sucks upon thy living blood thy living blood, than this is all can rid thee of this hell, lie down and die and die, lie, two. lie, two. and then thou shalt do well. BASSUS. LIe down poor heart & die a while for grief, two. think not this world will ever do thee good, fortune forewarns forewarns thou look to thy relief, & sorrow sucks upon thy living blood, thy, two. than this is all can rid thee of this hell, lie down and die & die, lie down and die and then thou shalt do well. TENOR. LIe down poor heart and die a while for grief a while for grief, think not this world will ever will ever do thee good, fortune forewarns, two. thou look to thy relief, & sorrow sucks upon thy living blood thy living blood, than this is all can help thee of this hell, can, two. lie down and die, ii.ii. and then thou shalt do well, two. VII. CANTUS WHere lingering fear doth once posses doth once possess the heart, there is the tongue forced to prolong, & smother up his suit, while that his smart while that his smart, like fire suppressed like fire suppressed, flames more in every part. 2 Who dares not speak deserves not his desire, The Boldest face, Findeth most grace: Though women love that men should then admire, They slily laugh at him dares come no higher. 3 Some think a glance expressed by a sigh, Winning the field, Maketh them yield: But while these glancing fools do roll the eye, They beat the bush, away the bird doth fly. 4 A gentle heart in virtuous breast doth stay, Pity doth dwell, In beauty's cell: A woman's heart doth not though tongue say nay Repentance taught me this the other day. 5 Which had I wist I presently had got, The pleasing fruit, Of my long suit: But time hath now beguiled me of this lot, For that by his foretop I took him not. ALTUS. WHere lingering fear where lingering fear doth once possess, two. the heart doth once possess the heart, there is the tongue forced to prolong & smother up his smart, while that his suit while that his suit, like fire suppressed like fire suppressed, flams more in every part. BASSUS. WHere lingering fear doth once possess, doth once possess the heart, possess the heart, there is the tongue forced to prolong pro- long and smother up his suit, while that his smart while that his smart, two. like fire suppressed like fire suppressed, flames more in every part. TENOR. WHere lingering fear doth once possess, two. the heart, there is the tongue forced to prolong and smother up his suit his suit, while that his smart like fire suppressed like fire suppressed, flames more in e- we- ry place. VIII. CANTUS HEro care not though they pry, I will love thee till I die, je- lou- sie is but a smart, that torments a jealous heart: Crows are black that were white, for betraying loves delight. 2 They that love to find a fault, May repent what they have sought, What the fond eye hath not viewed, Never wretched heart hath rued: Vulcan then, proved a scorn, When he saw he wore a horn. 3 Doth it then by might behove, To shut up the gates of love, Women are not kept by force, But by natures own remorse. If they list, they will stray, Who can hold that will away. 4 jove in golden shower obtained, His love in a tower restrained, So perhaps if I could do, I might hold my sweet love to: Gold keep out at the door, I have love that conquers more. 5 Wherhfore did they not suspect, When it was to some effect, Every little glimmering spark, Is perceived in the dark: This is right, how lets kind, See by night, by day be blind. ALTUS. HEro care not though they pry, I will love thee till I die, jealousy is but a smart that torments a jealous heart a jealous heart, Crows are black that were white, for betraying loves delight. BASSUS. HEro care not though they pry, I will love thee till I die, jealousy is but a smart that torments a jealous heart, crows are black that were white, for betraying loves delight. TENOR. HEro care not though they pry, I will love thee till I die, jealousy is but a smart that torments a jealous heart a jealous heart, that were white, for betraying loves delight. IX. CANTUS WHen love and time and measure makes his ground, time that must end though love can never die, 'tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound, a love not in the heart but in the eye, A love that ebbs and flows now up now up now down now down, a morning's favour and an evenings frown. 2 Sweet looks show love, yet they are but as beams, Fair words seem true, yet they are but as wind, Eyes shed their tears yet are but outward streams: Sighs paint a sadness in the falsest mind. Looks, words, tears, sighs, show love when love they leave, False hearts can weep, sigh, swear, and yet deceive. ALTUS. WHen love on time and measure makes his ground, time that must end though love can never die can never die, 'tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound, a love not in the heart but in the eye, a love that ebbs a love that ebbs and flows now up now down, two. a morning's favour and an evenings frown, and an evenings frown. BASSUS. WHen love on time and measure makes his ground, time that must end though love can never die, 'tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound, a love not in the heart but in the eye but in the eye, a love that ebbs, two. that ebbs and flows that ebbs and flows now up now down now down a mor-nings favour and an evenings frown. TENOR. WHen love on time and measure makes his ground, time that must end though love can ne- ver die, 'tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound, a love not in the heart, but in the eye, a love that ebbs a love that ebbs and flows now up now down now up now down, two. a morning's favour, two. and an evenings frown. X. CANTUS SWeet come away my darling, and sweetly let me hear thee sing, come away, two. come away and bring my heart thou hast so fast in kee-ping : Come away, ii.ii. and bring my heart thou hast so fast in keeping. 2 Oh fie upon this long stay, That thus my loving hopes delay: Come again, come again, two. and say, Sweet heart i'll never more say thee nay. 3 Deer be not such a tyrant, Still to rejoice thee in my want: Come and do, come and do, two. not scant Me of thy sight, so fair and pleasant. 4 Why hearst thou not his sighing, Whose voice all hoarse is with crying: Come and do, two. come and do something, That may revive thy true love dying. 5 This is the pride of women, That they make beggars of all men: We must sigh, we must cry, we must die, and then Forsooth it may be they will hearken. ALTUS. SWeet come away my darling, and sweetly let me hear thee sing, come away away, come away, come away and bring my heart thou hast so fast in keeping. BASSUS. SWeet come away my darling, and sweetly let me hear thee sing, come away, come away, come away & bring my heart thou hast so fast in keeping. TENOR. Sweet come away my darling, and sweetly let me hear thee sing, come away away, come away, come away and bring my heart thou hast so fast in keeping. XI. CANTUS WOmen, what are they what are they, changing weathercocks, that smallest puffs, that smallest puffs of lust have power to turn, women what are they, ver- tues stum- bling blocks, whereat weak fools do fall, the wi-ser spurn, we men, what are we, what are we, fools, fools, fools and idle boys, to spend our time in spor- thing with such toys. 2 Women what are they? trees whose outward rind, Makes show for fair when inward heart is hollow: Women what are they? beasts of hyaena's kind, That speak those fairest, whom most they mean to swallow: We men what are we? fools and idle boys, To spend our time in sporting with such toys. 3 Women what are they? rocks upon the coast, Where on we suffer shipwreck at our landing: Women what are they? patient creatures most, That rather yield than strive 'gainst aught withstanding We men what are we? fools and idle boys, To spend our time in sporting with such toys. ALTUS. WHat are they, what are they? changing weathercocks, that smallest puffs of lust of lust have power to turn to turn, women what are they, virtues stumbling blocks, two. whereat weak fools do fall, the wiser spurn, we men what are we, what are we fools, fools & idle boys, two. that spend our time that spend our time, in spor- thing with such toys. BASSUS. WHat are they, what are they, changing weathercocks, that smallest puffs, that smallest puffs of lust hath power to turn, women what are they? virtues stumbling blocks, whereat weak fools do fall, the wiser spurn, we men what are we, what are we fools & idle boys, fools fools and idle idle boys, that spend our time, two. in sporting with such toys. TENOR. WHat are they what are they, changing weathercocks, that smallest puffs of lust have power to turn to turn, women what are they? virtues stumbling blocks, stumbling blocks, whereat weak fools do fall, the wiser spurn, we men, what are we? we men, what are we? fools and idle boys, two. that spend our time, two. in sporting with such toys. XII. CANTUS farewell dear love since thou wilt needs be gone, mine eyes do show my life is almost done, nay I will never die, so long as I can spy, there be many more though that she do go there be many more I fear not, why then let her go I care not. 2 Farewell, farewell, since this I find is true, I will not spend more time in wooing you: But I will seek else where, If I may find her there, Shall I bid her go, What and if I do? Shall I bid her go and spare not, O no no no no I dare not. 3 Ten thousand times farewell, yet stay a while, Sweet kiss me once, sweet kisses time beguile: I have no power to move, How now, am I in love? Wilt thou needs be gone? Go then, all is one, Wilt thou needs be gone? oh hie thee, Nay, stay and do no more deny me. 4 Once more farewell, I see loath to depart, Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart: But seeing I must lose, Thy love which I did choose: Go thy ways for me, Since it may not be, Go thy ways for me, but whither? Go, oh but where I may come thither. 5 What shall I do? my love is now departed, She is as fair as she is cruel hearted: She would not be entreated, With prayers oft repeated: If she come no more, Shall I die therefore, If she come no more, what care I? Faith, let her go, or come, or tarry. ALTUS. FArewell dear love since thou wilt needs be gone, my eyes do show my life is almost done, yet I will never die, so long as I can spy, there be many more, though that she do go, there be many more I fear not, why then let her go I care not. BASSUS. FArewell dear love since thou wilt needs be gone, my eyes do show my life is almost done, yet I will never die, so long as I can spy, there be many more, though that she do go, there be many more I fear not, why then let her go, I care not. TENOR. FArewell dear love since thou wilt needs be gone, my eyes do show my life is almost done, yet I will never die, so long as I can spy, there be many more, though that she do go, there be many more I fear not, why then let her go I care not. XIII. CANTUS O My poor eyes that sun whose shine late gave you light doth now decline and set to you to others riseth, she who would sooner die then change, not fearing death delights to range, and now O now O now my soul despiseth. 2 Yet O my heart thy state is blest, To find out rest in thy unrest: Since thou her slave no more remainest, For she that bound thee sets thee free, Then when she first forsaketh thee: Such O such right by wrong thou gainest. 3 Eyes gaze no more, heart learn to hate, Experience tells you all too late: Fond woman's love with faith still warreth, While true desert speaks, writes and gives, Some groom the bargain nearer drives: And he, O he the market marreth. ALTUS. O my poor eyes that sun whose shine late gave you light doth now decline and set to you to others riseth she who would sooner die then change not fearing death delights to range, and now O now, two. my love despiseth and now O now, two. my love despiseth. BASSUS. O my poor eyes that sun whose shine late gave you light doth now decline & set to you to others riseth she who would sooner die then change not fearing death delights to range, and now now O now, ii.ii. my love despiseth & now now O now, ii.ii. my love despiseth. TENOR. O my poor eyes that sun whose shine late gave you light doth now de- cline and set to you to others riseth she who would so- ner die then change not fearing death delights to range and now O now, two. my love de-spiseth and now O now, two. my love de-spiseth. XIIII. CANTUS IF fathers knew but how to leave their children wit as they do wealth, & could constrain them to receive that physic which brings perfect health, the world would not admiring stand, a woman's face, a woman's face and woman's hand. 2 Women confess they must obey, We men will needs be servants still: We kiss their hands and what they say, We must commend be't never so ill. Thus we like fools admiring stand, Her pretty foot and pretty hand. 3 We blame their pride which we increase, By making mountains of a mouse: We praise because we know we please, Poor women are too credulous. To think that we admiring stand, Or foot, or face, or foolish hand. ALTUS. IF fathers knew but how to leave their children wit as they do wealth, and could constrain them to receive that physic which brings perfect health, the world would not admiring stand, two. a woman's face, two. and woman's hand. BASSUS. IF fathers knew but how to leave their children wit as they do wealth, and could constrain them to receive that physic which brings perfect health, the world would not admiring stand, two. a woman's face, two. and woman's hand. TENOR. IF fathers knew but how to leave their children wit as they do wealth, and could constrain them to receive that physic which brings perfect health, the world would not admiring stand, a woman's face, ii.ii. and woman's hand. XV. CANTUS LIfe is a Poet's fable, & all her days are lies stolen from death's reckoning table, for I die for I die as I speak, death times the notes that I do break. 2 Childhood doth die in youth, And youth in old age dies, I thought I lived in truth: But I die, two. now I see, Each age of death makes one degree. 3 Farewell the doting score, Of world's arithmetic, Life, i'll trust thee no more, Till I die, two. for thy sake, I'll go by deaths new almanac. 4 This instant of my song, A thousand men lie sick, A thousand kneels are rung: And I die as they sing, They are but dead and I dying. 5 Death is but life's decay, Life time, time wastes away, Then reason bids me say, That I die, though my breath Prolongs this space of lingering death. ALTUS. LIfe is a Poet's fable, and all her days are lies stolen from deaths reckoning table, two. for I die as I speak death times the notes which I do break, which I do break. BASSUS. LIfe is a Poet's fable, and all her days are lies stolen from death's reckoning table for I die as I speak death times the notes, two. which I do break. TENOR. LIfe is a Poet's fable, and all her days are lies stolen from death's reckoning table for I die for I die, for I die as I speak, two. death times the notes which I do break. XVI. CANTUS SWeet Philomel in groaves and deserts haunting, oft glads my heart and ears with her sweet chanting, but then her tunes delight me best, when perched with prick against her breast against her breast, she sings fie fie fie fie fie fie fie fie fie as if she suffered wrong till seeming pleased sweet sweet, ii.ii. sweet, two. two. sweet sweet concludes her song. 2 Sweet jinny singes and talks and sweetly smileth, And with her wanton mirth my griefs beguileth: But then me thinks she pleaseth best, When, while my hands move loves request. She cries fie, fie, two. and seeming loath gainsays, Till better pleased sweet sweet content bewrays. ALTUS. SWeet Philomela sweet Philomela in groaves & deserts haunting, oft glads my heart & ears with her sweet chanting, but then her tunes delight me best delight me best when perched with prick against her breast against her breast she sings fie, two. fie fie fie fie as if she suffered wrong till seeming pleased, two. sweet sweet sweet, two. till seeming pleased sweet sweet sweet, two. sweet sweet concludes her song. BASSUS. SWeet Philomela in groves & deserts haunting oft glads my heart and ears with her sweet chanting but then her tunes delight delight me best when perched with prick against her breast against her breast she sings fie fie fie fie she, two. as if she suffered wrong till seeming pleased sweet, s. s. s. till seeming pleased sweet, s. s. s. sweet sweet, ii.ii. sweet sweet sweet concludes her song. TENOR. SWeet Philomela sweet Philomela in groaves & de-sarts haunting oft glads my heart & ears with her sweet chanting, but then her tunes delight me best delight me best when perched with prick against her breast against her breast she sings fie, two. fie fie fie fie fie as if she suffered wrong till seeming pleased sweet sweet sweet sweet, two. till seeming pleased sweet sweet sweet, two. ii.ii. sweet sweet concludes her song. XVII. CANTUS THat heart wherein all sorrows doth abound, lies in this breast, and cries aloud for death, O blame not her when I am under ground, that scor-ning wished, two. that scor-ning wished t'out- live my panting breath, O do not her despise, but let my death suffice, two. to make all young men wise. 2 My loving hopes prolonged my loathed life, Till that my life grew loathsome to my loved, Then death and I were at no longer strife: And I was glad my death her wish approved. O let not her be shent, Yet let my precedent, Make woman's hearts relent. ALTUS. THat heart wherein all sorrows doth abound, lies in this breast this breast and cries aloud for death, O blame not her when I am under ground under ground, that scor-ning wished, two. that scor-ning wished t'outliveoutlive my panting breath, O do not her despise O do not her despise but let my death suffice, two. to make all young men wise. BASSUS. THat heart wherein all sorrows doth abound lies in this breast and cries aloud for death, O blame not her when I am under ground, that scor-ning wished, ii.ii. that scor-ning wished t'outliveoutlive my panting breath, O do not her despise but let my death suffice to make all young men wise. TENOR. THat heart wherein all sorrows doth abound, lies in this breast, two. and cries aloud for death, O blame not her when I am un- der ground, two. that scor-ning wished, ii.ii. t'outliveoutlive my panting breath, O do not her despise, but let my death let my death, but let my death suffice to make all young men wise. XVIII. CANTUS WHat if I seek for love of thee, shall I find beauty kind to desert But if I sue and live forlorn, then alas never was any wretch that still shall dwell in me. Though thy looks have charmed mine eyes, I can forbear to to more mis-for- tune borne. love, but if ever sweet desire set my woeful heart on fire then can I never remove. 2 Frown not on me unless thou hate, For thy frown cast me down To despair of my most hapless state: Smile not on me unless thou love, For thy smile, will beguile My desires if thou unsteadfast prove: If thou needs wilt bend thy brows, A while refrain my dear, But if thou wilt smile on me, Let it not delayed be, Comfort is never too near. ALTUS. WHat if I seek for love of thee, shall I find beauty kind to de- sert that still shall But if I sue and live forlorn, then alas never was any wretch to more mis- dwell in me. Though thy looks hath charmed mine eyes I can forbear to love, but if ever sweet for- tune borne. desire burn my woeful heart than can I never remove. BASSUS. WHat if I seek for love of thee, But if I sue and live forlorn, shall I find beauty kind to de- sert that still shall then alas never was any wretch to more mis- dwell in me. Though thy looks have charmed fortune borne. mine eyes I can forbear to love, but if desire set my woeful heart on fire than I can never remove. TENOR. WHat if I seek for love of thee, shall I find beauty kind to de- sert that still shall But if I sue and live forlorn, then alas never was any wretch to more mis- dwell in me. Though thy looks have charmed my eyes I can forbear to love, but if ever sweet for- tune borne desire set my woeful heart on fire than I can never remove. XIX. CANTUS MY Mistress sings no other song but still complains I did her wrong, believe her not it was not so, I did but kiss her, I did but kiss her and let her go. 2 And now she swears I did, but what, Nay, nay, I must not tell you that: And yet I will it is so sweet, As tee-hee tahha when lovers meet. 3 But women's words they are heedless, To tell you more it is needless▪ I ran and caught her by the arm, And then I kissed her, this was no harm. 4 But she alas is angry still, Which showeth but a woman's will: She bites the lip and cries fie fie, And kissing sweetly away she doth fly. 5 Yet sure her looks bewrays content▪ And cunningly her brales are meant: As lovers use to play and sport, When time and leisure is too too short. ALTUS. MY Mistress sings no o- there song but still complains I did her wrong, believe her not it was not so, I did but kiss her, I did but kiss her and let her go. BASSUS. MY Mistress sings no other song but still come- plains I did her wrong, believe her not it was not so, I did but kiss her I did but kiss her and let her go TENOR. MY Mistress singes no o- there song but still complains I did her wrong, believe her not it was not so, I did but kiss her I did but kiss her and let her go. XX. CANTUS PErplexed perplexed sore am I, thine eyes fair love like Phoebus' brightest beams doth set my heart on fire and daze my sight, yet do I live by virtue of those beams, for when thy face is hid comes fear- full night and I am like to die, then since my eyes can not endure so heavenly spark, sweet grant that I may still feel out feel out my love by dark. 2 So Shall I joyful be, Each thing on earth that liveth by the sun: Would die if he in glory still appear, Then let some clouds of pity overrun That glorious face, that I with lively cheer, May stand up before thee. Or, Since mine eyes cannot endure so heavenly spark, Sweet grant that I may still feel out my love by dark. ALTUS. PErplexed thine eyes fair love like Phoebus' brightest beams doth set my heart on fire and daze my sight daze my sight yet do I live by virtue of those beams for when thy face is hid comes fearful night, then since mine eyes can not endure so heavenly spark, sweet grant that I may still feel out feel out my love by dark. BASSUS. PErplexed thine eyes fair love like Phoebus' brightest beams do set my heart on fire and daze my sight, yet do I live by virtue of those beams for when thy face is hid comes fearful night, then since mine eyes can not endure so heavenly spark, sweet grant that I may still feel out may still feel out my love by dark. TENOR. PErplexed thine eyes fair love like Phoebus' brightest beams, two. doth set my heart on fire and daze my sight, yet do I live by virtue of those beams for when thy face is hid comes fearful night, then since thine eyes can not endure so heavenly spark, sweet grant that I may still feel out, two. my love by dark. XXI. CANTUS CAn modest plain desire to the joys of love aspire? Can worthy- nesse procure more than har- di- nesse assure? no no no, two. no no no where fear of each frown, takes hopes height down a down d.d.d. down, takes hopes height down a down d. d. d. down. 2 Granting is so eschewed, Lest the grant lie unpursued: Lest suitors brag they might, And account the grantors' light: No no no is a weak defence grown, Till force bear down down a down. 3 Yet who would stain loves seat, With a blot of such a feat: Or for so vile a toy, join repentance with his joy. No no no her virtue well known, Beats vain thoughts down down a down. ALTUS. CAn modest plain desire to the joys of love aspire, No no no, two. Can worthy- nesse procure more than har-dinesse assure, no no no is a weak defence grown, till force bear down, two. a down till force bear down down down down a down. BASSUS. CAn modest plain desire to the Can worthy- nesse procure more than joys of love aspire, No no no, two. no har-dinesse assure, no no is a weak defence grown, till force bear down do. d. a d. d. d. down till force bear down do. d. a d. d. d. d. down. TENOR. CAn modest plain desire to the joys of love aspire, No no no, two. Can worthy- nesse procure more than har-dinesse assure, No no no is a weak defence till force bear down down a d. a d. d. down till force bear down a d. a d. d. a down. FINIS.