A BOOK OF AIRS With a Triplicity of MUSIC, WHEREOF THE FIRST Part is for the Lute or Orpharion, and the Uiole de Gamba, and 4. Parts to sing, The second part is for 2. Trebles to sing to the Lute and Viol, the third part is for the Lute and one Voice, and the Viol de Gamba. Composed by JOHN BARTLET Gentleman and practitioner in this Arte. LONDON Printed by JOHN WINDET, for john Browne and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunston's Churchyard in Fleet Street. 1606. To the right honourable his singular good Lord and Master Sir Edward Seymoore. Knight, Baron Beacham, Earl of Hartfoord, and Lieutenant of his majesties Counties of Somerset and Wiltes. IT is a question hardly to be determined (my most honourable Lord) whether Music may esteem herself more graced by the singularskil & exquisite knowledge wherewith your Lordship is endued, both in the speculation and practise thereof: or by the many benefits, and infinite favours your Honourable bounty hath conferred on the professors of that faculty: in both are the muses greatly honoured, and we (their servants) highly blest; whose virtuous endeavours and studious labours, not in this only, but in many other kinds of Learning, have received their life; growth, and perfection, chereshed and enabled by the warmth your beams have cast upon them. Amongst many, that on the Muse's behalf do owe your Lordship the tribute of their pens, I must profess myself to stand deepliest engaged in the debt of duty, in that the poornes of my merit holds least proportion with the largeness of your grace, and that my utmost desert can reach no further, then humbly to acknowledge, that what delight or sweetness soever these my simple travels may bring to such generous and well composed spiritsas bear affection to this quality, was inspired meby no other power then the influence of your favour. And though the error of conceit cannot make me so far overvalew them, as to esteem them worthy your Lordship's judicious hearing, yet I will confess their want of worth (wherewith myself as an impartial censurer, have already justly taxte them) could not divert my purpose from publishing to the world the zeal I bear to thankfulness: wherein I am ambitious of nothing but your Lordships favourable acceptance and protection, which if it may please you to vouchsafe to this first birth of my Muse. I shall then be as far from fearing detraction and censure, as I am free from affecting glory and praise. Your Lordship's most humble devoted servant, John Bartlet I. CANTO O Lord thy faithfulness and praise I will two: two, with viol sing with viol sing my harp shall sound two, thy laud and praise O Israel's holy King holy King: my mouth will joy with pleasant voice when I shall sing to thee, and eke my soul will much rejoice for thou hast made me free- I ALTO O Lord thy faithfulness and praise and praise I will ii with Viol sing with ii my harp shall sound my ii thy laud and praise O Israel's holy King O Israel's holy King my mouth will joy with pleasant voice when I shall sing I shall sing to thee, and eke my soul will much rejoice for thou hast made me free. I. BASSO O Lord thy faithfulness and praise, I will, I will with viol sing; with viol sing, my harp shall sound my ii thy laud and praise, thy ii, praise O Israel's holy king, my mouth will joy with pleasant voice when I shall sing to thee, and eke my soul will much rejoice, for thou hast made me free. I TENOR O Lord thy faithfulness and praise I will I will with viol sing, with viol, with two. my harp shall sound my harp shall sound thy laud and praise, O Israel's holy King, ii holy King: my mouth will joy with pleasant voice when I shall sing to thee, and eke my soul will much rejoice, for thou hast made me free. II. CANTO IF ever hapless woman had a cause to breathe her plaints into the open air the open air, and never suffer inward grief to pause or seek her sorrow shaken soul's repayre than I for I have lost my only brother whose like this age can scarcely yield an other. 2 Come therefore mournful Muses and lament, Forsake all want on pleasing motions, Bedew your cheeks, still shall my tears be spent: Yet still in crest with inundations. For I must weep, since I have lost my brother. Whose like, etc. 3 The cruel hand of murder cloyed with blood, Lewdly deprived him of his mortal life: Woe the death attended blades that stood, In opposition 'gainst him in the strife, Wherein he fell, and where I lost a brother, Whose like etc. 4 Then unto grief let me a Temple make, And mourning daily, enter sorrows ports, Knock on my breast, sweet brother for thy sake, Nature and love will both be my consorts, And help me aye to wail my only brother. TWO ALTO IF ever hapless woman had a cause if ii if ii to breathe her plaints into the open air in ii and never suffer inward grief to pause or seek her sorrow shaken souls repair than I then I for I for I have lost my only brother, whose like this age can scarcely yield an other whose ii then II. BASSO IF ever hapless woman had a cause to breath, If ii her plaints to breathe her plaints into the open air the open air, & never suffer inward grief to pause to pause or seek her sorrow shaken souls repair than I for I have lost my only brother whose like this age can scarcely yield another, scarcely yield an other. then TWO TENOR. IF ever hapless woman had a cause, had a cause if ii had a cause to breathe her plaints into the open air, and never suffer inward grief to pause, to pause, or seek her sorrow shaken soul's repair, than I for I have lost my only brother, whose like this age can scarcely yield an- other, whose ii then III. CANTO WHen from my love I looked for love and kind affections due, to well I found her vows to prove most faithless and un- true for when I did ask her why most sharply she did re-ply that she with me did near agree to love but jesting- lie. Mark but the subtle policies that female lovers find, Who loves to fix their constancies, like feathers in the wind Though they swear, vow and protest, That they love you chiefly best, Yet by and by they'll all deny, And say 'twas but in jest. III ALTO WHen from my love I looked for love, and kind affections due, too well I found her vows to prove most faithless and untrue for when I did ask her why, most sharply she did reply, that she with me did near agree, to love but jestingly. for III BASSO WHen from my love I looked for love and kind affections due, to well I found her vows to prove most faithless and untrue, for when I did ask her why, most sharply she did reply, that she with me did near agree to love but jestingly. for III TENOR WHen from my love I looked for love and kind affections due, to well I found her vows to prove most faithless and untrue for when I did ask her why, most sharply she did reply, that she with me did near agree to love but jesting-ly. for IIII CANTO WHo doth be- hold my mistress face and seeth not good hap hath he who hears her speak & marks her grace shall think none ever spoke but she In short for to resoundher praise she is the fairest the fairest two. ii of her days. 2 Who knows her wit and not admires: shall show himself devoid of skill, Her virtues kindle strange desires, In those that think upon her stil. In short etc. 3 Her red is like unto the rose, When from a bud unto the sun, Her tender leaves she doth disclose, The first degree of ripen swoon, In short, etc. 4 And with her red mixed is a white, Like to that same of fair moon shine, That doth upon the water light, And makes the colour seem divine. In short etc. IIII ALTO WHo doth behold my mistress face and seeth not good hap hath he who hears her speak & marks her grace shall think none ever spoke but she. In short for to resound her praise, she is the fairest, the ii ii ii of her days. FOUR BASSO WHo doth behold my mistress face and seeth not good hap hath he, who hears her speak & marks her grace shall think none ever spoke but she, In short for to resound her praise, she is the fairest the two. two. of her days. IIII TENOR WHo doth behold my mistress face and seeth not good hap hath he, who hears her speak & marksher grace shall think none ever spoke but she. In short for to resound her praise, she is the fairest the ii ii of her days. V. CANTO IF there be any one whom love hath wounded & of the hurt is near his death. IF there be any one in grief con-founded & still with sighs doth fetch his breath. such is my case let him come sitwith me & mourn whom grief doth gripe and Cupid blind doth overturn. 2 If there be any one which hath been racked, And joint from joint is all to torn, If there be any one these pangs have smacked, And in his heart with love doth burn, Such is my case, come let him sit with me and mourn, For I am rack and scorched with love & left forlorn. 3 If there be any one in ship oppressed, at pinch of wrack to drowned be: If there be any one with waves betossed, Or blinded that he cannot see, Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourn, Whom ship wrack spoils & eyes put out, as lovers scorn 4 If there be any one that fraud hath perplexed, Or burst his heart at loves command, If there be any one, whom all griefs have vexed, Or in hell's pains do daily stand, Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourn, That feels hell's pain and lovers grief with loves great (scorn. V ALTO. IF there be any one whom love hath wounded & of the hurt is near his death. IF there be any one in grief con-founded & still with sighs doth ferch his breath. such is my case come let him sit with me & mourn whom grief doth gripe and Cupid blind doth overturn over turn. V. BASSO If there be any one whom love hath wounded whom love hath wounded, and of the hurt is near his death. If there be any one in grief con-foun-ded in grief con-founded, and still with sighs doth fetch his breath. such is my case, let him come & fit with me and mourn, whom grief doth gripe and Cupid blind doth overturn, V TENOR IF there be any one whom love hath wounded, and of the hurt is near his death is near his death. If there be any one in grief confoun-ded and still with sighs doth fetch his breath doth fetch his creath. such is my case, come let him sit with me and mourn, whom grief doth gripe and Cupid blind doth overturn. VI CANTO I heard of late that love was fallen a sleep to late alas I find it was not so me thought I saw the little villain weep, but thief he laughs at them that wail in woe, I dreamt his bow was broke & he was slain &, two,, two. but lo awaked I see all whole again. His blinking eyes will ever be awake, His idle head is ful of laughing toys, His bow and shafts are tickle things to take, It is no meddling with such apish boys, For they shall find that in his fetters fall, Love is a deadly thing to deal withal. Yet where the wretch doth take a happy vain, It is the kindest worm that ever was, But let him catch a coy conceit again, In frantic fits, he doth a fury pass, So that in sum who hopes of happy joy, Take heed of love, it is a perilous boy. VI ALTO I Herd of late that love was fallen a sleep, ay- two. I ii too late alas I find it was not so, me thought I heard the little villain weep, but thief he laughs at them that wail in woe, I dreamt his bow was broke, and he was slain, and ii slain, but lo awake I see all whole again. I VI BASSO I Herd of late that love was fallen a sleep I ii I ii to late alas I find it was not so, me thought I saw the little villain weep but thief he laughs at them that wail in woe, I dremt his bow was broke, and he was slain, two. slain but lo awaked, I see all whole again. I VI TENOR I Herd of late that love was fallen a sleep, I ii to late alas I find it was not so, me thought, I saw the little villain weep, but these he laughs at them that wail in woe, that ii I dreamte his bow was broke, and he was slain, and ii and ii slain, but lo awaked, I see all wholea-gain. VII CANTO ALL my wits hath will enwrapped, all my sense desire in trapped. Al my faith to fancy fixed, all my joys to love a mixed. All my love I offer thee, once for all yet look on me. 2 Let me see thy heavenly feature, Oh heavens what a heavenly Creature, All the powers of heaven preserve thee, Love himself is sworn to serve thee, Princess in a Gods place, Blessed be that Angel's face. 3 Look how love thy servant dieth, Hark how hope for comfort crieth, Take some pity on poor fancy, Let not fancy prove a franzie, Comfort this poor heart of mine, Love and I and all are thine. VII. ALTO ALL my wits hath will enwrapped, all my sense desire entrapped All my faith to fan-cy fix-ed, all my joys to love a mixed. All my love I offer thee, once for all yet look on me. VII. BASSO ALL my wits hath will enwrapped, all my sense desire entrapped, All my faith to fan-cy fix-ed all my joys to love a mixed, All my love I offer thee once for all yet look on me. VII TENOR ALL my wits hath will enwrapped, all my sense desire in trapped. Al my faith to fancy fixed, all my joys to love a mixed. All my love I offer thee, once for all yet look on me. VIII CANTO Go go wailing verse the issue of thy sire be got on sighs which vent from my torn heart tell thou thy parents never quenched de sire, tell of his griefs ii & of his endless smart his, two. tell of his passions and his sad laments ii how still he sues , two. hard she yet near relents. 2 Deep sobs the silent Orators of love, Sad sighs the muttering echoes of my pain, Heart renting groans the agent which would move, Compassion with that cheek bedewed rain. Rain which doth trickle from my watery eyes, Hoping at length she'll hear my doleful cries. 3 But Oh would that sweet fair had been the butt For Cupid to have aimed at with his shafts, Then had not these my pations bolted out, Blazing my follies unto wise men's hates. 4 But why wish I to Cupid so much good, When he hath broke his shafts and silver bow, And finds a flame enkindled in my blood, Which neither ise can quench nor mountain snow And sure no marvel if he conquer men, when gods so fair a saint; have never seen. 5 Her eyes like globes contain a thousand orbs, Her ruby lips her perled teeth in number, with that sweet tongue such harmony affords, As with applause makes all the world 〈…〉 VIII. ALTO Go wailing verse ii ii the issue of thy sire, begot on sighs which vent from my torn heart, tell thou thy parents new ere quenched desire, tell of his griefs, tell ii and of his endless smart, tell of his passions and his sad laments ii how still he sues hard she yet near relents., two, VIII. BASSO Go wailing verse ii, the issue of thy sire, begot on sighs which vent from my torn heart, tell thou thy parents never quenched desire, tell of his grieves, tell ii, and endless smart two and ii, tell of his passions and his sad laments ii how still he sues hard she yet near relents how ii, how ii VIII. TENOR Go wailing verse ii the issue of thy sire of ii begot on sighs which vent from my torn heart, tell thou thy parents never quenched desire, tell of his grieves and of his endless smart, ii tell of his passions and his sad laments, ii how still he sues hard, she yet near relents, two IX. CANTO A pretty pretty pretty duckea pretty duck, a pretty pretty duck a very pretty duck there was that said, to whom shall I make moan to ii I have been long a pretty maid a pretty pretty maid a very pretty maid and yet I lie alone. I Alone I lie in deep despair, Which kills my lovely heart, For none will my sweet joys repair, Or play a lovers part. A tickling part that maiden's love, But I can never get, Yet long have sought, and still do crave, At rest my heart to set. IX. ALTO A Pretty pretty duck, a pretty ii two. a pretty duck a, two, a ii there was that said to whom shall I make my moan, to two. I have been long a pretty maid, a pretty pretty maid 2 very pretty maid, and yet I lie alone. I IX. BASSO A pretty pretty duck a pretty pretty pretty duck, a pretty duck, a pretty pretty duck, a very pretty duck there was, that said to who me, shall I make my moan, to two. I have been long a pretty maid, a pretty pretty maid, a very pretty maid, & yet I lie alone. I IX. TENOR A pretty duck a pretty two. a, two a ii two. there was that said, to whom shall I make my moan, to ii I have been long a pretty maid, a pretty pretty maid a very pretty maid and yet I lie alone. I X. CANTO OF all the birds that I do know Philip my sparrow hath no peer, for sit she high or sit she low, be she far off or be she near there is no bird so fair so fine nor yet so fresh as this of mine. for when she once hath felt a fit, Philip will cry still yet yet yet yet, yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet. 2 Come in a morning merrily, When Philip hath been lately fed, Or in an Evening soberly, When Philip list to go to bed, It is a heaven to hear my Phippe, How she can chirp with merry iippe, For when 3 She never wanders far abroad, But is at home when I do call, If I command she lays on load, With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all, She chants, she cherpes, she makes such cheer, That I believe she hath no peer 4 And yet besides all this good sport, My Philip can both sing and dance, with new found toys of sundry sort, My Philip can both prick and prance. And if you say but fend cut phippe, Lord how the peat will turn and skip, For when 4 And to tell truth he were to blame, Having so fine a bird as she, To make him all this goodly game, Without suspect or jealousy, He were a churl, and knew no good, X. ALTO OF all the birds that I do know; Philip my sparrow hath no peer for sit she high or sit she low, be she far off or be she near there is no bird so fair so fine, nor yet so fresh, as this of mine, for when she once hath felt a fit, Philip will cry still, yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet. X. BASSO OF all the birds that I do know philip my sparrow hath no peer, for sit she high or sit she low, be she far off or be she near, there is no bird so fair, so fine nor yet so fresh as this of mine, for when she once hath felt a fit, philip will cry still yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet. X. TENOR OF all the birds that I do know, philip my sparrow hath no peer for sit she high or sit she low, be she far off or be she near, there is no bird so fair so fine, nor yet so fresh as this of mine, for when she once hath felt a fit, philip will cry still yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet yet. XI. CANTO THe Queen of Paphos Ericine in heart did rose checkte Adonelove he mortal was he ii but she divine, and oft with kisses did him move with great gifts still she did him woe, but he would never yield thereto with 2 Then since the Queen of love by love, To love was once a subject made, And could thereof no pleasure prove, By day by night, by light or shade, Why being mortal should I grieve, Since she herself could not relieve. 3 She was a Goddess heavenly, And loud a fair faced earthly boy, Who did contemn her deity, And would not grant her hope of joy, For love doth govern by a fate, That hear plants will, and their leaves have. 4 But I a hapless mortal wight, To an immortal beauty sue, No marvel than she loathes my sight, Since Adone Venus' would not woe, Hence groaning sighs, mirth be my friend Before my life, my love shall'end. XI. ALTO THe Queen of Paphos Ericine, in heart did rose checked Adone love, Adone love he mortal was, ii, but she divine, and oft with kisses did him move, with great gifts still she did him woe but he would never yield thereto. XI. BASSO THe Queen of paphos Ericine, in heart did rose cheeked Adone love, he mortal was, he two. ii but she divine, and oft with kisses did him move, with great gifts still she did him woe, but he would never yield thereto. XI TENOR THe Queen of Paphos Ericine, in heart did rose checckt Adone love, he mortal was two. two. but she divine, and oft with kisses did him move, with great gifts still she did him woe but he would never yield thereto. XII. CANTO Iwould thou wert not fair or I were wise, I would thou hadst no face or I no eyes I would thou wert not wise or I not fond or thou not free or I not so in bond. 2 But thou art fair and I cannot be wife. Thy sunlike face hath blinded both mine eyes, Thou canst not but be wise, nor I but fond, Not thou but free, nor I but still in band. 3 Yet am I wise to think that thou art fair, Mine eyes their pureness in thy face repair, Nor am I fond that do thy wisdom see, Nor yet in bod because that thou art free. 4 Then in thy beauty only make me wise, And in thy face, the grace, guide both mine eyes, And in thy wisdom only see me fond, And in thy freedom keep me still in bond, 5 So shalt thou still be fair, and I be wise, Thy face shines still upon my cleared eyes, Thy wisdom only see how I am fond, Thy freedom only keep me still in bond. 6 So would I thou were fair, and I were wise, So would I thou hadst thy face, and I mine eyes, So would I thou wert wise, and I were fond, And thou were free and I were still in bond. XII. ALTO Iwould thou wert not fair, or I were wise, I would thou hadft no face, or I no eyes, I would thou wert not wise, or I not fond, or thou not free, or I not so in bond. XII. BASSO 'twould thou wert not fair, or I were wise I would thou hadst no face or I no eyes, I would thou wert not wise, or I not fond, or thou not free, or I not so in bond. XII. TENOR Iwould thou wert not fair, or I were wise, I would thou hadst no face, or I no eyes, I would thou wert not wife or I not fond, or thou not free, or I not so in bond. XIII. CANTO Unto a fly trance formed from human kind me thought I ranged on a sunshine day, when for to ease my sad afflicted mind upon my mistress rob upon my mistress rob I 'gan to play at length I mounted up at ii her dainty breast from whence I sought my solace and my rest. 2 Yet not content with these aspiring toys Changing my seat into her curled heir, By seeking to increase my new found joys, I turned my sweet applause to sudden sears, For chancing on her eyes of stame and fire, I burned my wings whereby I did aspire. 2 Thus falling to the ground in my decay, With mournesulbulsings craving her relief, Me thought she moved with ruth my heavy lay, And crushed me with her foot to end my grief, And said lo where the silly wretch doth lie, Whose end was such because he slew so high. XIII. ALTO Unto a fly trance formed from humane kind me thought I ranged on a sunshine day, when for to ease my sad afflicted mind upon my mistress rob upon ii I ganto play at length, I mounted up at ii her dainty breast from whence I sought my solace and my rest. XIII. BASSO Unto a fly transformed, from human kind me thought I ranged on a sunshine day, when for to ease my sad afflicted mind, upon my mistress rob two. Igan to play, at length I mounted up, ii her dainty breast, from whence I sought my solace and my rest. XIII. TENOR Unto a fly transformed from humane kind, me thought I ranged on a sunshine day, when for to ease my sad afflicted mind, upon my mistress rob upon my mistress rob I 'gan to play at length I mounted up at length, I mounted up her dainty breast from whence I sought my solace and my, rest. XV. PRIMUS CANTO FOrtune love & time two. hath made me happy happy I was by Fortune love & time my hap at highest my hap at highestthe gods begun to vary two. began to vary and threw me down & ii down & threw me down that caused me first to climb they proud their wings and took their flight in rage fortune to fools to fools ii love to youth time to age time to age. XV SECUNDUS CANT FOrtune love & time ii hath made me happy. happy I was by fortune love and time, my hap at highest ii the Gods began to vary, ii ii and threw me down, ii ii down that caused me first to climb, they proud their wings and took their flight, in rage fortune to fools, ii ii love to youth, time to age. XVI PRIMUS CANTO POets to lovesuch powerascribes as no power else power else can circumscribe true love by true desire re-find ii can never be by bowns con find by ii can ii 2 It first did kindle in mine eye. And thence stole inward presently, Possessed my breast, my heart and soul, And doth my better parts control. 3 The more I seek it to expel, The more it doth my thoughts compel: Since than it hath such power within, To let it burn still were a sin. XVI SECUNDUS CANT POets to love, such Power ascribes, as no power else power else can circumscribe, true love by true desire refined ii can never be by bounds confined, ii ii by bounds confined. The first part XVII PRIMUS CANTO whether runnet my sweet heart, two. stay, stay, stay, stay, and take me with thee, merrily, ii ii I'll play my part, stay, stay, and thou shalt see nice, ii ii O O have I ketcht have I ketcht thee, ii, hay ding a ding a ding ii- ii, ii this catching is a pretty thing, ii The first part XVII. SECUNDUS CANTO whether runnet my sweet heart ii stay stay stay stay and takeme Whether runneth my sweet heart my ii, stay stay stay stay and takeme with thee merrily ii I'll play my part, stay stay and thou shalt see me, and thou shalt with thee merrily ii I'll play my part stay stay and thou shalt see me, and ii see me ii shalt see me, O O have I ketcht thee i hay ding a ding a ding ii two. ii, O O have I ketcht thee two. hay ding a ding a , two. ii ii this catching is a pretty pretty thing this ii ding ii this catching is a pretty thing The second part. XVIII. PRIMUS CANTO Tarry tarry are you gone again what no longer liking. I will catch thee once again two. stay while I am rising, ii do you tarry then pretty little one ii ii two. pretty one pretty one I thought I should please thee ere we did part, ere we did part. The second part XVIII. SECUNDUS CANTO TArry tarry tarry, are you gone a- gain, what no longer liking, I will Tarry tarry are you gone a gain what no longer liking ' I will catch you once again two. stay while I am ri-sing while ii do you tarketch you once again two. stay while I am ri-sing two. do you tarry then pretty little one then pretty little one ii ii pretty one two, ry them pretty little onethens pretty little one them ii two. pretty one I thought I should please thee ere we did part. ii I thought I should please thee ere that we did part. The first part- XIX. CANTO SVr charged with discon- tent to Sylvans bower I went to ease my heavy grief op-pressed heart, and try what comfort winged creatures could yield could ii unto my inward troubled smart by modulating their delightful mesurs mesurs delightful ii to my cares pleasing e- ver of strains so sweet ii sweet birds deprive us ne ver. The first part XIX. BASSO SVr charged with discontent with discontent, to Siluarsboure I went I went to case my heavy grief oppressed heart, and try what comfort winged creatures could yield unto my inward troubled smart, unto two. by modulating their delightful measures, measures measures, delightful ii to my cares pleasing ever, of strains so sweet ii sweet birds deprive us never. The 2. part XX. CANTO THe thrush did pipeful clear and eke with very merry cheer ii the Lenit listed uppc her pleasant voice the Goldfinch chirpid chirpid two. & the Pie did chatter the black bird whistled whi-stled and bed mere- juice the stock dove mormerd with a solemn flat the little daw the little daw ka ka ka ka he cried the hic-quaile he beside the two. tick- led his part two. tick- led his part, in a party coloured coat The lay did blow his how boy his two. his two. gallant- lie gall.. the wren did tree- ble manyaprety pretty pretty note the wood pecker the two. did hammer hammer ii two, melowdie. the kite tiw whiw whiw two, ii full of cried sorlng two, up a- fit two. two. two. ii two. and down again two. ii returned presently to whom the herald of Cornutoes' all sung coockoo two. ii two. e- for whilst poor Margery cried who who who did ring night's alarm bell two. ii nights alarm bell, with all all did do well O might I hear them ever of strains so sweet ii sweet birds deprive us never. The 2. part XX. BASSO THe Thrush did pipe full clear, did pipeful clear, and eke with very merry cheer, with very merry cheer, the Lenite lifted up her pleasant voice, the Goldfinch chirpid chirpid chirpid chirpid chirpid chirped chirped; and the Pie did chatter, and the Pie did chatter, the Black bird whis- tle- led and bed me rejoice, The Stock- Dove murmered murmered with a solemn flat, the little Daw the little Daw, the little Daw two. ka ka ka ka he cried, the Hic- Quale he beside, the two. tickled his part did tickle his part tickled his part did tickle his part, in a party coloured coat, The jay did blow his ho- boy the jay did blow his ho boy, his ho boy ii his ii gallantly ii the wren did triple many a pretty note, the Wood Pecker, ii pecker did hammer hammer two. did hammer hammer melowdie, two, the Kite tiw whiw whiw whiw full oft cried soaring two. up aloft ii ii ii and down again, two. and down again returned presently, to whom the Herald of Cornutos all of two. sung coocko sung two. ii two. ever whilst poor Margery cried who two. did ring nights alarm bell ii ii with all all did do well, O might I hear them ever of strains so sweet ii sweet birds deprive us never never. The third part. XXI. CANTO THen Hesperus on high brought cloudy night in sky, when lo thicket keeping company of feathered singers two. left their madrigal so- nets and elegies. and present- lie shut them within their mossy severals, and I came home and vowed to love them ever, of strains so sweet two. sweet birds deprive us never: The third part XXI. BASSO THen Hesperus on high on high brought cloudy night in sky, when lo the thicket keeping company of feathered singers of two. left their Madregall sonnets and elegies, and presently shut them within their mossy severals and I came home and vowed to love them ever, of strains so sweet, ii sweet birds deprive us never, never. FINIS. The table of all the Songs contained in this Book. O Lord thy faithfulness and praise, I If ever hapless woman had a cause, TWO When from my love I looked for love, and kind affections due, III Who doth behold my mistress face, and IIII If there be any one whom love hath wounded, V I heard of late that love was fallen a sleep, VI All my wits hath will enwrapped, all my sense desire VII Go wailing verse the issue of thy sire, VIII A pretty Duck, there was that said, IX Of all the b'rdes that I do know Philip my sparrow. X The Queen of Paphos Ericine, XI I would thou wert not fair, or I were wise, XII Unto a fly transtormde from humane kind, XIII What thing is love I pray thee tell, XIIII Songs with two Trebles. Fortune love and time, hath made me happy, XV Poets to Love such power ascribes XVI Whether runneth my sweet heart, The first part XVII Tarry tarry are you gone again, The second part XVIII Songs for the Lute, Viol de Gamba and Voice. Surcharged with discontent, The first part XIX The Thrush did pipe full clear, The 2. part XX Then Hesperus on high brought The third part. XXI