A MUSICAL DREAM. OR THE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. The First part is for the Lute, two Voices, and the Viol de Gamba; The Second part is for the Lute, the Uiole and four Voices to Sing: The Third part is for one Voice alone, or to the Lute, the Basse Viol, or to both if you please, Whereof, two are Italian Airs. Composed by ROBERT JONES. Que prosunt singula, multa iwant. THOU SHALT LABOUR FOR PEACE PLENTY LONDON Imprinted by JOHN WINDET, and are to be sold by SIMON WATERSON, in Paul's Churchyard, at the Sign of: he Crown. 1609. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL AND WORthy Gentleman, Sir JOHN LEVINTHORPE Knight perpetual Happiness and Content. IT is not unknown unto your well deserving self, Right Worshipful, that not long since I took my Ultimum vale, with a resolving in myself, never to publish any works of the same Nature and Fashion, whereupon I betook me to the ease of my Pillow, where Somnus having taken possession of my eyes, and Morpheus the charge of my senses; it happened me to fall into a Musical dream, wherein I chanced to have many opinions and extravagant humours of divers Natures and Conditions, some of modest mirth, some of amorcus Love, and some of most divine contemplation; all these I hope, shall not give any distaste to the ears, or dislike to the mind, either in their words, or in their sever all sounds, although it is not necessary to relate or divulge all Dreams or Fantasies that Opinion begets in sleep, or happeneth to the minds appar●tion. And continuing long in this my dreaming slumber, I began to awake, and upon my eyes unclosing, I bethought myself, being full awaked, advising in my mind, whom to elect and choose as a Patron for the same, I was easily invited to make choice of your Worship, as one to whom I necessarily ought both love and duty, And howsoever I might fear that you will not acknowledge it, yet in that Nature hath enriched you with more than ordinary knowledge in this Art, being a witness of that Love which you have always afforded to Music, I emboldened myself the rather to present it unto you. Accept it then (good Sir) as a Token of unfeigned Love, and a debt worthily due unto you for your many favours done to him that is At your Worship's command. ROBERT JONES. To all Musical Murmurers, This Greeting. THou, whose ear itches with the variety of opinion, hearing thine own sound, as the Echo reverberating others substance, and unprofitable in itself, shows to the World comfortable noise, though to thy own use little pleasure, by reason of uncharitable censure. I speak to thee musical Momus, thou from whose nicety, numbers as easily pass, as drops fall in the shower, but with less profit. I compare thee to the high way dust that flies into men's eyes, and will not thence without much trouble, for thou in thy dispersed judgement, not only art offensive to seeing knowledge, but most faulty false to deserving industry, picking moats out of the most pure Bisse, and smoothing the plainest velvet, when only thine own opinion is more wrinkled and more vicious in itself, than grosser soil, so that as a brush infected with filth, thou rather soylest than makest perfect any way. I have stood at thine elbow, and heard thee profane even Musics best Note, and with thy untuned relish Sol Fade most ignobly. I am assured, and I care not greatly, that thou wilt lay to my charge, my whilom vow, Never again, because I promised as much: but understand me thou unskilful descanter, derive from that Note of Plain Song charitable numbers, and thou shalt find harsh voices are often a Note above Ela reduced by truer judgement, which I bereave thee of, knowing thy Rules, are as our new come Lutes, being of many strings, not easily used, unless in adventure, till practise put forward into deserving Division. This my adventure is no deed but a dream, and what are dreams, but airy possessions, and several airs, breathing harmonious whisperings, though to thee discord, yet to others indifferent, I will not say excellent, because it is an others office not mine, but let them be as they are, others profits and my pains, set forth for pleasure, not for purposed poison to infect imagination, no, but as a shower falling in a needful season, so I flatter myself at least, and will say so ever by any other, whose labour shall uplift Musical meditation, the only wing of true courage, being the most pleasing voice of man, whose sweetness reacheth unto heaven itself. It is hard if all this pains reap not good commendations, and it is water wrung out of a Flint in thee, sith thou never thinkst well of any, and wert in thyself so unskilful ever, as thy Tutor from the first hour could never make thee sing in Tune; be as thou art a lump of deformity without fashion, bred in the bowels of disdain, and brought forth by bewitched Megaera, the fatal Widwife to all true merit. Give me leave to depart, or if not, without it I am gone, careless of thy censuring, and fully persuaded thou canst not think well, and therefore art cursed in thy Cradle, never to be but cruel, and being borne with teeth in thy head, bitst every one harmless in this or what else honest industry, makes thy earegossip too. Farewell if thou wilt in kindness, or hold thyself from further carping. A TABLE CONtaining all the Songs in this Book. THough your strangeness frets my heart, 1 Sweet Kate of lateranne away, 2 Once did I serve a cruel heart 3 Will said to his Mammy, that he would go woe 4 Hark, hark, wot you what 5 My complaining is but feigning 6 On a time in summer's season, 7 Farewell fond youth, if thou hadst not been blind 8 How should I show my love unto my love 9 O he is gone and I am here 10 And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine 11 She hath an eye, aye me, 12 I know not what, yet that I feel is much, 13 Grief of my best loves absenting 14 If in this flesh where thou indrencht dost lie, 15 O thread of life when thou art spent 16 When I sit reading all alone. 17 fain would I speak, but fear to give offence 18 In Sherwood lived stout Robin Hood, 19 Ite Caldi sospiri, 20 Samor non è che dunque. 21 I. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. THough your strangeness frets my heart, yet must I not come plain, You persuade me 'tis but Art which secret love must feign, If another you of fect, 'tis but a toy to a void suspect, Is this fair excusing, O no O no ii ii O no no no no no all is abusing. 2 When your wished sight I desire, Suspicion you pretend, Causeless you yourself retire, Whilst I in vain attend, Thus a lover as you say, Still made more eager by delay, Is this fair excusing. O no, all is abusing. 3 When another holds your hand, You'll swear I hold your heart, Whilst my rival close doth stand, And I sit far apart, I am nearer yet than they, Hid in your bosom as you say, Is this fair excusing, O no all is abusing. 4 Would a rival than I were, Some else your secret friend, So much lesser should I fear, And not so much attend, They enjoy you every one, Yet must I seem your friend alone, Is this fair excusing, O no all is abusing, BASSUS. THough your strangeness ALTUS. THough your strangeness frets my heart, yet must I not complain. You persuade me 'tis but art, which secret love must feign. If an other you affect, 'tis but a toy to avoid suspect, Is this fair excusing O no O no, ii ii ii no, no no no no all is a busing, O no O no ii ii no no no no no all is a busing. II. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. SSweete Kate of late ran away and left me plaining. A bide I cried or I die with thy does disdaining. Te he he quoth she gladly would I see any man to die with loving Never any yet died of such a fit: Neither have I fear of proving. 2 Unkind, I find, Thy delight is in tormenting, Abide, I cried, Or I die with thy consenting. Te he he quoth she, Make no fool of me, Men I know have oaths at pleasure, But their hopes attained, They bewray they feigned, And their oaths are kept at leisure. 3 Her words Like swords, Cut my sorry heart in sunder, Her flouts, With doubts, Kept my heart affections under. Te he he quoth she, What a fool is he, Stands in awe of once denying, 'Cause I had enough, To become more rough, So I did, O happy trying. BSASUS. SWeet Kate. ALTUS. Sweet Kate of late, ran away and left me plaining, A bide I cried, or I die with thy disdaining, He he he quoth she gladly would I see, any man to die with loving: Never any yet, died of such a fit, Never have I fear of proving. III. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. ONce did I serve a cruel heart with faith un feigned I still importune her piercing looks that wrought my smart, she laughs ii, ii and smiles at my misfortune and says perhaps ii you may at last by true desert, two. loves favour taste. BASSUS. ONnce Did Iserue a cruel heart. ALTUS. ONce did I serve a cruel heart, once ii with saith unfainde, I still importune her smiling looks that wrought my smart, my smart, She laughs ii ii smiles at my misfortune, and says perhaps ii you may at last, at last by true desert love favour taste and says, perhaps ii you may at last at last by true desert loves favour taste. FOUR ROBERT JONES CANTUS. WIll said to his manmmy that he would go woe, fain would he Soft a while my lammy stay, and yet a- bide, he like a wed but he wot not who In faith I'll have a wife .ii.. ti. O what a fool as he was replied, life do I lead for a wife in my bed I may not tell you, O there to have a wife ii ii O 'tis a smart to my heart, 'tis a rack to my back and to my belly. 2 Scarcely was he wedded, Full a fortnight's space, But that he was in a heavy case, Largely was he headed, And his cheeks looked thin: And to repent he did thus begin; A fig for such a wife, a wife, a wife, O what a life do I lead, With a wife in my bed, I may not tell you? There to have a wife, a wife, a wife, O 'tis a smart to my heart, 'tis a rack to my back, And to my belly. 3 All you that are Bachelors, Be learned by crying will, When you are well to remain so still, Better for to tarry, And alone to lie, Then like a fool with a fool to cry. A fig for such a wife, a wife, a wife, O what a life do I lead, With a wife in my bed, I may not tell you, There to have a wife, a wife, a wife, O 'tis a smart to my heart, 'tis a rack to my back, And to my belly. BASSUS. WIll said to his Mammy. ALTUS. WIll said to his mammy that he would go woe, fain would he wed but he wot not who Soft a while my lammy stay, and yet a- bide, he like a fool as he was replied, In faith I'll have a wife ii ii O what a life do I lead for a wife in my bed, I may not tell you, O there to have a wife a wife, ii ii O 'tis a smart to my heart, 'tis a rack to my back and to my belly. V. ROBERT JONES CANTUS Hark hark wotyee what ii nay faith and shall I tell I am afraid ii to die to die to die a maid and then lead Apes in hell O it makes me sigh sigh ii two. & sob with inward grief, but if I can but get a man a man he'll yield me some relief ii some relief. 2 O it is strange how nature works with me, My body is spent and I lament mine own great folly, O it makes me sigh and power forth floods of tears, Alas poor elf none but thyself would live, having such cares 3 O now I see that fortune frowns on me By this good light I have been ripe, O it makes me sigh and sure it will me kill, When I should sleep I lie and weep, feeding on sorrows still. 4 I must confess as maids have virtue store, Live honest still against our wills, more fools we are therefore: O it makes me sigh, yet hope doth still me good, For if I can but get a man, with him i'll spend my blood. BASSUS. Hark wot you what. ALTUS. Hark, hatke wot you what ii nay faith and shall I tell I am afraid afraid, I ii ii to die to dle, I am afraid to die a maid, and so lead Apes in hell, Oh it makes me sigh, sigh, ii ii and sob with inward grief, but if I can but get a man, he'll yield me some relief, ii he'll yield me some relief, VI ROBERT JONES CANTUS MY complaining is but feigning, all my love is but in jest, fa, la, la, fa, la, la. fa, la, la, fa, la, la, la, la, fa, la la la la la fa la, la, la, And my Courting is but sporting in most showing meaning, lest fa la la ii ii ii, fa la fa la la la fa la la la. 2 Outward sadness inward gladness, Representeth in my mind, fa la la, In most feigning most obtaining, Such good faith in love I find. fa la la. 3 Toward, Ladies this my trade is, Two minds in one breast I were, fa la la, And my measure at my pleasure, Ice and flame my face doth bear. Fa la la. BASSUS. MY complaining. ALTUS. MY complaining is but feigning, all my love is but in jest, fa la fa la fa la la fa la la fa la la fa la fa la fa la la la la la. And my courting is but sporting in most showing meaning, lest fa la la ii ii ii fa la la la la la fa la la. VII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. ON a time in summer season, jockey late with jenny walking like a lout made love with talking, when he should be doing, Reason still he cries, when he should dally, dally dally, dally ii when he should dally, jenny sweet jenny sweet shall I ii sweet jenny sweet shall I shall I, shall I. 2 jenny as most women use it, Who say nay when they would have it, With a bold face seemed to crave it, With a faint look did refuse it, jockey lost his time to dally, Still he cries, sweet shall I, shall I. 3 She who knew that backward dealing, was a foe to forward longing, To avoid her own hearts wronging, with a sigh loves suit revealing. Said locky sweet when you would dally, Do you cry sweet, shall I shall I. 4 jockey knew by her replying, That a no is I in wooing, That an ask without doing, Is the way to loves denying. Now he knows when he would dally How to spare sweet shall I shall I. BASSUS. ON a time in summer's seafon. ALTUS. ON a time in summer's season, jockey late with jenny walking, like a lout made love with talking, when he should be doing, Reason still he cries, when he should dally, dally ii ii when he should dally, ii ii when he should dally, jenny sweet ii sweet sweet sweet jenny, sweet shall I, shall I jenny ii shall I. VIII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. FArewell fond youth, if thou hadst not been blind out of my eye thou mightst have read my mind, but now I plainly see how thou wouldst fain leave me; sure I was a cursed, not to go at first sure I was accursed O fie fie no, sweet stay & I will tell thee why no, sure I was accursed not to go at first, sure I was ac cursed O fie fie no, sweet stay and I will tell thee why no. 2 Once more farewell, since first I heard thee speak, And had but sung farewell, my heart would break, But now since I do find thy love is like the wind, What a fool was I To be like to die. What a fool was I, I was not, Yet say I was a fool I pass not. 3 Woes me alas, why did I let him go, These be the fruits of idle saying no, Now that he can disprove me, how shall he ever love me, Nay but is he gone, Then I am undone, Nay but is he gone, O hold him, Fie, forty things are yet unt old him BASSUS. FArewell fond youth. ALTUS. FArewell fond youth if theu hadst not been blind, out of mine eyes thou mightst have read my mind, but now I plainly see how thou wouldst fain leave me, sure I was accursed not to go at first, sure I was accursed, O fie fie, fie, no sweet stay and I will tell thee, why no, sure I was accursed not to go at first, sure I was accursed, O sie no, sweet stay and I will tell thee why no. IX. ROBERT JONES CANTUS HOw should I show my love unto my love but The way by pen or tongue I dare not prove their hide but hide it from all eyes save my loves eyes: Looks are more safe, yet over them are drifts their drifts are oft discovered by the wise, spies, Then what's the way to cozen jealousy which martyrs love, ii ii by marking narrowly. 2 By all these ways may thy affections walk, Without suspicion of the jealous guard: Thy whispering tongue to her closed care shall talk, And be importunate till it be hard, Papers shall pass looks shall not be debarred, To look for loves young infants in her eyes, Be frank and bold as she is kind and wise. 3 O who can be so frank as she is kind, Whose kindness merits more than Monarchies, Boldness with her mild grace, grace cannot find, Only her wit over that doth tyrannize, Then let her worth and thy love sympathize, Sith her worth to thy love cannot be known, Nor thy love to her worthiness be shown. TENOR. HOw should I show my love unto my love ii but hide, but hide it from all eyes save my loves eyes. The way by pen or tongbe I dare not prove, ii their drifts, their drifts are oft discovered by the wise Looks are more safe, yet over them are spies, yet ii then what's the way to cozen jealousy to ii ii jealousy which Martyrs love ii by marking narrowly. BASSUS. HOw should I show ii my love unto my The way by pen ii or tongue I daren love unto my love but hide but hide it from all eyes save prove ii their drifts their ii are oft discovered my loves eyes Looks are more safe, yet over them are by the wise, spies, are spies, then what's the way to cozen jealousy, to ii which martyrs love ii ii ii by marking narrowly. ALTUS. HOw should I show my love unto my love vn●● ii but hide it from all eyes save my loves eyes, The way by pen or tongue I dare not prove ii their drifts are oft discovered by the wise, Looks are more safe, yet over them are spies, then what's the way, ii, what's the way, then what's ii ii to cozen jealousy, which martyrs love ii ii by marking narrowly. X. ROBERT JONES CANTUS O He is gone, O he is gone O he is gone and I am here aye me aye me why are we thus divided, My sight in his eyes, did appear my soul ii ii by his souls thought was guided then come again ii ii my all my life, my being, soul's, zeal, heart's joy, ears gester, eyes only seeing. 2 Come sable care seize on my heart, Take up the rooms that joys once filled, Nature's sweet bliss is slain by Art, A sense black frost lives spring hath killed Then come again, my love, my dear, my treasure, My bliss, my fate, my end, my hopes full measure. TENOR. O O he is gone, and I am here ii I am O ii ah me ii why are we thus divided, my sight by his soul's thought was guided did appear my soul ii by his soul's thought was guided then come again my all my life, being, soul, zeal, heart's joy, ears guest, eyes only seeing, only seeing. BASSUS. O He is gone, ii ii and I am here O ii is gone and I am here, ay me, aye me, why are we thus divided, my sight in his eyes did appear, did appear, my soul ii by his souls thought was guided, then come again, O then ii ii my all my life, my being, souls, zeal, heart's joy, ears guest, eyes only seeing. ALTUS. O He is gone, ii ii and I am here, O ii he is gone, O he ii ah me, ah me, why are we thus divided, my sight in his eyes did appear, did appear, my soul, ii ii by his souls thought was guided, then come again, ii my all my life, my being, soul, zeal, heart's joy, ears guest eyes only seeing. XI. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. ANd is it night, are they thine eyes that shine, are we a- lone and here and here and here alone may I come near may I two. but touch, two. but touch thy shrine is jealousy a sleep, and is he gone, O Gods no more, silence my lips with thine, lips kisses joys have blessings most divine. 2 O come my dear our griefs are turned to night, And night to joys, night blinds pale envies eyes, Silence and sleep prepare us our delight, O ease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries, O vanish words, words do but passions move, O dearest life, joys sweet, O sweetest love. TENOR. ANd is it night are they thy eyes that shine, are we▪ alone, and here alone, and here alone may I come near, may I, may I, but touch and touch ii ii thy shrine is jealousy a sleep, and is he gone, O Gods no more, silence my lips with thine, lips, kisses, joys, hap, blessing most divine. BASSUS. ANd is it night, are they thine eyes that shine, Are we alone and here alone, and here alone; may I come near may I but touch ii thy shrine, is jealousy a sleep; and is he gone: O Gods no more silence my lips with thine with thine lips, kisses, joys, hap, O blessing most divine. ALTUS. ANd is it night, are they thy eyes that shine that shine, are we alone ii and here alone ii may I come near, may I but touch, but touch but touch thy shrine, Is jealousy a sleep, and is he gone, O Gods no more silence my lips with thine lips, kisses, joys, hap, blessing most divine. XII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. SHe hath an eye ah me, ah me she ii an eye to see ii ah me that she hath too which makes me sigh as lovers do, hay ho hay ho hay ho ii ii ah me that an eye ii ii should make her live and me to die, wise men's eyes are in their mind but lovers eyes are ever blind. 2 She hath a lip, ah, ah alas, Two lips which do themselves surpass, Alas two lips for kisses, Of earthly love the heavenly blisses, hay ho, hay ho Alas, oh woe that a heaven, Should make us odds that make all even, Ladies kisses are a charm, That kill us ere they do us harm. 3 She hath a heart ah me, ah me, A heart she hath which none can see, Ah me that I have none, Which makes me sigh, yea sighing groan, hay ho, hay ho hay ho ay me that I part, And live, yet leave which her my heart. Heartless men may live by love. This she doth know, and this I prove. TENOR. SHe hath an eye ii nigh me, aye me, she hath an eye ii an eye to see ii aye me, that she hath two ii which makes me sigh as lovers do ii as lovers do, with hay ho ii with hey ho alas, that an eye should make her live, and me to die, should ii to die, for wise men's eyes are in the mind, but lovers eyes are ever blind. BASSUS. SHe hath an eye ii ah me, ii she hath an eye, an eye to see, she ii ah me, that she hath too, which makes me sigh as lovers do, to sigh as lovers do, with hay ho, with hay ho hay ho, ii hay ho, O that an eye should make her live and me to die, Ladies kisses are a charm, ii that kill us ere they do us harm. ALTUS. SHe hath an eye, hath an eye, ah me, ah me she ii to see an eye, to see ah me, that she hath too, which makes me sigh as lovers do, as ii ii hay ho, hay ho, hay ho, ay me, aye me, that an eye that an eye ii ii should make her live and me to die, ii Lady's kisses are a charm ii that kill us ere they do us harm. XIII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS I Know not what. two. yet that I feel is much, it came I know not when, it was not ever yet hurts I know not how, yet is it such as I am pleased ii ii though it be cured never It is a wound ii that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not, that it were not so. 2 Pleased with a thought that endeth with a sigh, Sometimes I smile when tears stand in my eyes, Yet then and there such sweet contentment lieth, Both when and where my sweet sour torment lies, O out alas, I cannot long endure it, And yet alas I care not when I cure it. 3 But well away, me thinks I am not she, That wont was these fits as soul to scorn. One and the same, even so I seem to be, As lost I live, yet of myself forlorn, What may this be that thus my mind doth move, Alas I fear, God shield it be not love. TENOR. I Know not with ii ii ii yet that I feel is much, is much, it came I know not when, it was not ever, it hurts I know now how it is, it such yet is it, such as I am pleased, ii ii though it be cured never ii, it is a wound that wasteth still in woe, still in woe, and I yet I would not, I would not that it were not so. BASSUS. I Know not what ii ii yet that I feel is much ii it came I know not when ii it was not ever it hurts, I know not how, yet is it such, ii as I am pleased though it be cured though ii never, It is a wound ii that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not that it were not so. ALTUS. I Know not what ii ii yet that I feel is much, two came I know not when, I know not when ii it came I know not when ii yet is it such ii as I am pleased ii ii though it be cured, never ii it is a wound ii ii that wasteth still in woe, & yet I would not that it were not so. XIIII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS Grief, grief of my best loves absenting: Now O now wilt thou assail me I had rather life should fail me then endure thy tormenting, life our griefs and us do sever once for ever absence grief have no relenting. 2 Well, be it foul absence spites me, So far of it cannot send her, As my heart should not attend her. O how this thoughts thought delights me Absence do thy worst and spare not, Know I care not When thou wrong'st me, my thoughts right me. 3 O but such thoughts prove illusions, Shadows of a substance banished, Dreams of pleasure too soon vanished, Reasons maimed of their conclusions, Then since thoughts and all deceive me, O life leave me, End of life ends loves confusions. TENOR. Grief grief, of my best loves absenting, Now O now wilt thou assail me, I had rather life should fail me then endure thy slow tormenting, life our griefs and us do sever once for ever, Absence, grief have no relenting. BASSUS. Grief grief of my best loves absenting Now O now wilt thou assail me, I had rather life should fail me, then endure thy slow tormenting: Life our griefs and us do sever, once, for ever absence grief have no relenting. ALTUS. Grief, grief of my best loves absenting, Now O now wilt thou assail me, I had rather life should fail, me then endure thy slow tormenting. life our grief and us do sever, do sever, once for ever, absence griefs have no relenting. XV. ROBERT JONES CANTUS IF in this flesh where thou in drenched dost lie poor soul thou canst rear up ii ii thy limed wings, carry my thoughts up to the sacred sky ii and wash them in those heavenly hallowed springs, where joy and requium & requium The holy Angels sings whilst all heavens vault ii with blessed Echoes ii ii ii blessed Echoes rings. 2 Awaked with this harmony divine, O how my soul mounts up her throned head, And gives again with native glory shine, Wash with repentance then thy days miss, Then joys with requium mayest thou with Angels sing, Whilst all heavens vault with blessed echoes ring. TENOR. IF in the flesh the flesh, If in ii thou dost lie poor soul. thou caused rear up thou ii carry my thoughts up to the sacred sky, up ii and wash them in those heavenly hallowed springs where joy and requium ii the holy Angels sings, whilst all heavens vault ii ii with blessed Echo ii ii ring Ecchoering. BASSUS. IF in this flesh ii where thou indrencht dost lie, poor soul thou canst rear up thou ii thy limed wings, carry my thoughts up to up to the sacred sky, ii and wash them in those heavenly hallowed springs, where joy and requium and ii the holy Angels sings, whilst all heavens vault ii with blessed Echo rings ii rings. ALTUS. IF in the flesh where thou indrencht dost lie poor soul, poor soul, show canst rear up thy limed ii wings thou canst ii wings carry my thoughts up to the sacred skies, up to ii and wash them in those heavily hallowed springs, where joys & requium and requium the holy angels sing, the ii whilst all heavens vault ii ii with blessed Echo, ii ii with blessed echoes Ring. XVI. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. OThred of life when thou art spent how are my sorrows eased. O earth why tremblest O vail of flesh when thou art rend how shall my soul be pleased: thou at death that did receive both heat and breath by bargain of a second birth, that done ii, that done again to be cold earth, Come death ii ii dear widwife to my life, see sin and virtue hold at strife, Make hast away lest thy delay ii be my decay world of in anity school house of vanity minion of hell fare well ii ii farewell. 2 O coward life whose fear doth tie me in distasting senses, Infused part mount up on high, life gets on life offences, O fly immortal fly away, Be not immured in finite clay, Where true love doth with self love fight, Begetting thoughts that do affright, Courage faint heart, sound trumpet death, I'll find it wind with all my breath. O case of glass, Confusion's maze, A flowering grass, Temple of treachery, Soul yoke to misery, Storehouse of hell Farewell, farewell. TENOR. OThred of life when thou art spent, how are my sorrows eased: O earth why temblest thou at O vail of flesh when thou art rend, how shall my soul be pleased: death, that did receive both heat and breath, by bargain of a second birth, that done that done, again to be cold earth, Come death ii ii dear widwife to my life, see sin●e and virtue hold at strife, make haste away lest thy delay, two. be my decay, de- cay, world of inanity, ii schoole-house of vanity, vanity, minion of hell farewell, minion ii farewell farewell ii BSASUS. OThred of life when thou art spent, how are my O vale of flesh when thou art rend, how shall my sorrows eased, O earth why tremblest thou at death soul be pleased, that did receive both heat & breath, by bargain of a second birth, that done ii again to be cold earth, come death ii ii dear midwife to my life, see sin & virtue hold at strife, Make hast away lest thy delay, two. be my decay world of inanity, schoole-house of vanity, O minion of hell farewell, two. minion ofhel farewell, farewell, farewell. ALTUS. OThred of life when thou art spent, how are my sorrows eased, O earth why tremblest thou at death, O veil of flesh when thou art rend, how shall my soul be pleased: that did receive both heat and breath, by bargain of a second birth, that done, ii again ii come death, ii dear midwife to my life, see sin and virtue hold at strife, make haste away, lest thy delay ii be my decay, world of inanity, anity ii school-house of vanity, ii minion of hell farewell ii farewell, fare well. XVII. ROBERT JONES CANTUS. WHen I sit reading all alone that secret book where- in I sigh, I sigh I ii I sigh to look how many spots there be, I wish I could not see, I wish I could not see or from myself might flee. 2 Mine eyes for refuge then with zeal befixe the skies, My tears do cloud those eyes, My sighs do blow them dry, And yet I live to die, Myself I cannot fly, 3 Heavens I implore, that knows my fault, what shall I do, To hell I dare not go, The world first made me rue, Myself my griefs renew, To whom then shall I sue. 4 Alas; my soul doth faint to draw this doubtful breath, Is thereno hope in death, Oyes, death end my woes: Death me from me will lose, Myself am all my foes. TENOR. WHen I sit reading all alone that secret book wherein I sigh, I sigh to look how many spots there be ii there be I wish I could not see ii or from myself might flee. BSASUS. WHen I sit reading all alone, that secret book wherein I sigh, I sigh to look, how many spots there be there be, I wish I could not see ii ii I wish I could not see, or from myself may flee. ALTUS. WHen I sit reading all alone. that secret book wherein I sigh, I sigh to look to look, how many spots there be, I wish I could not see ii two. or from myself might flee. XVIII. ROBERT JONES. CANTUS. Feign would I speak but fear to give offence, makes me tetire: ii and in amazement stand, still breathing forth, ii my woes in fruitless silence, whilst my poor heart is slain by her fair hands: fair hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes ii were leveldat my heart. 2 Those eyes two pointed Diamonds did engrave, Within my heart the true and lively form, Of that sweet Saint whose pity most I crave, Whose absence makes me comfortless to mourn, And sighing say (Sweet) would she knew my love, My plaints perhaps her mind may somewhat move. 3 But if she knew, what if she did reject, Yet better 'twere by her sweet doom to die, That she might know my dear loves true effect, Then thus to live in unknown misery, Yet after death it may be she would say, His too much love did work his lives decay. TENOR. Feign would I speak but fear to give offence offence, makes me retire ii and in amazement stand, still breathing forth ii my woes in fruitless silence whilst my poor heart is slain by her fairehand, by her fair hand Fair hands indeed the guiders of the darr, of the dart, that from her eyes, that iii were levelde at my heart. BSASUS. Feign would I speak but fear to give offence, makes me retire ii and in amazement stand and ii still breathing forth my woes in fruitless silence, whilst my poor heart is slain, is slain by her fair hand, Fair hand indeed the guiders of the dart, the guider of the dart, that from her eyes were leveled at my heart. ALTUS. Feign would I speak, ii but fear to give offence makes me retire, and in amazement stand, still breathing forth, ii ii forth, whilst my poor heart is slain by her fair hand, by ii fair hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes, that ii ii were leveled at my heart. XIX. ROBERT JONES. CANTUS. IN Sherwood lived stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater, His bow & shafts were sure & good, yet Cupid's were much better Robin could shoot at many a Hart and miss, Cupid at first could hit a heart of his, hay jolly Robin ho jolly Robin, hay jolly Robin Hood, love finds out me aswell as thee to follow me ii ii ii to follow me to the green wood. 2 A noble thief was Robin Hood, Wise was he could deceive him, Yet Marrian in his bravest mood, Could of his heart bereave him, No greater thief lies hidden under skies. then beauty closely lodged in women's eyes. hay jolly Robin. 3 An Outlaw was this Robin Hood, His life free and unruly, Yet to fair Marrian bound he stood And loves debt paid her duly. Whom curb of strictest law could not hold in, Love with obeyednes and a wink could win. hay jolly Robin. 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leave we the woods behind us, Love passions must not be withstood, Love every where will find us, I lived in field and town, and so did he, I got me to the woods, love followed me, hay jolly Robin. BASSUS. IN Sherwood. XIX. ROBERT JONES. CANTUS. IN Sherwood lived stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater. His bow & shafts were sure & good, yet Cupid's were much better Robin could shoot at many a Hart and miss, Cupid at first could hit a heart of his, hay jolly Robin ho jolly Robin, hay jolly Robin Hood, love finds out me aswell as thee to follow me ii ii ii to follow me to the green wood. 2 A noble thief was Robin Hood, Wise was he could deceive him, Yet Marrian in his bravest mood, Could of his heart bereave him, No greater thief lies hidden under skies. then beauty closely lodged in women's eyes. hay jolly Robin. 3 An Outlaw was this Robin Hood, His life free and unruly, Yet to fair Marrian bound he stood And loves debt paid her duly. Whom curb of strictest law could not hold in, Love with obeyednes and a wink could win. hay jolly Robin. 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leave we the woods behind us, Love passions must not be with stood, Love every where will find us, I lived in field and town, and so did he, I got me to the woods, love followed me, hay jolly Robin. BASSUS. IN Sherwood. XX. ROBERT JONES. CANTUS. ITe caldi sos piri all freddo core, Rompete il ghiaccio che pieta coontente e se preg, mortale all ci enl s'in ten de morte ii O mer cè sia fine all mio do lore Morte ii O mercè sie fine all 〈◊〉 do lore. BASSUS. SA ' mor non è che dunqne. XXI. ROBERT JONES. CANTUS. SAmor non è the dun que è quel ch'io sento? Se buona, on- de è effette as- pro mortale? Ma s egg li è a mor, per dio che cosa è quae le? Sa ' mi a vog li a. are de Se ri a, on de e ' fi dolce og ni tor men tk? on de è il piau to el la men to Sa ' mal miogrado, il la men tar che va la ii O viva morte ii O diletto se ma le come puoi tanto in me s'io no'l con sento. FINIS. BASSUS. ITe Called Sospiri: