THE FIRST BOOK OF Songs or Airs of 4. parts: with Tabulature for the Lute or Orpherian, with the Viol de Gamba. Newly composed by Francis Pilkington, bachelor of Music, and Lutenist: and one of the Cathedral Church of Christ, in the City of Chester. LONDON: Printed by T Este, dwelling in Aldersgate-streete, and are there to be sold. 1605. To the Right honourable William Earl of Derby, Lord Stanley, Lord Strange, of Knocking and of the Isle of Man, and Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter. Francis Pilkington wisheth health, with increase of Honour in this life, and Eternity hereafter. Aristoxenus' (thrice noble Lord) held that the Soul of man was Music: But that the being thereof was framed of Bumbees, as the pythagorians affirm: But for that it is the subject and object of all harmonical concents: Intimating hereby the dignity and high renown of that Art, which descended from so noble a stem, seeketh by all means possible to nobilitate the same, and that man to be unfit for the society and commerce of men, that honoureth not so worthy a Jewel for the life of man. Which opinion verily is worthy Aristoxenus, that is to say, a noble Philosopher, yet how little squaring with the time, experience a perfect Mistress of truth hath a long time taught. For who regardeth the melodius charms of Orpheus, or enchanting melody of Arion? surely but a few, Quos aequus amavit jupiter dijs geniti, aut ardeus evexit ad aethera virtus. Of which rank seeing your Lordship hath given undoubted testimonies of your honour to be one: Musicians should commit an undiscreet part of ingratitude not to acknowledge so great a favour. For mine own part (who am meanest of many which profess this divine skill, though not meanest in good will & humble affection to your Honour) I must confess myself many ways obliged to your Lordship's family, not only, for that my Father and Brother received many graces of your Honours noble Father, whom they followed, but that myself had the like of your most honourable Brother, even from the first notice he chanced to take of me. And therefore (most honourable Lord) I have here presented this oblation, howsoever mean, a token of mine affectionate good will Love, yea only devoted to your Lordship, which if it may gain your gracious acceptation, will fear neither Zoilus nor Momus his reprehension. Your Honours in all duty THE TABLE. NOw peep, boe peep, thrice happy blest mine eyes. I My choice is made, and I desire no change. TWO Can she disdain, can I persist to love. III Alas fair face, why doth that smoothed brow. IIII Whether so fast, see how the kindly flowers perfumes the Air. V Rest sweet Nymphs let golden sleep, charm your Star brighter eyes. VI Ay me, she frowns, my mistress is offended. VII Now let her change and spare not, since she proves false I care not. VIII Underneath a Cypris shade, the Queen of Love sat mourning. IX Sound woeful plaints in hills and woods. X You that pine in long desire. XI Look Mistress mine, within this hollow breast. XII Clime O heart, clime to thy rest. XIII Thanks gentle Moon for thy obscured light. XIIII I Sigh as sure to wear the fruit, of the willow tree. XV Down a down, thus Phillis sung, by Fancy once oppressed. XVI Diaphenia like the Dafdowndillie, white as the Sun, fair as the Lily XVII Beauty sat bathing by a spring, where fairest shades did hide her. XVIII Music dear solace, to my thoughts neglected. XIX With fragrant flowers we strew the way. XX Come, come all you that draw heavens purest breath. XXI A Pavin for the Lute and Base Viol. XXII ¶ FINIS. I. CANTO. NOw peep, boe peep, thrice happy blest mine eyes, For I have found fair Phillis, for I have found fair Phillis where she lies, Upon her bed, with arms unspread, all fast a sleep, Unmasked her face, thrice happy grace, farewell, farewell my Sheep, Look to yourselves, new charge I must approve, Phillis doth sleep, Phillis doth sleep, And I must guard my love. Look. 2 Now peep boe peep, mine eyes to see your bliss, Phillis closed eyes atrackts you, hers to kiss: Oh may I now perform my vow, loves joy t'impart, Assay the while, how to beguile, farewell faint heart. Taken she is, new joys I must approve, Phillis doth sleep, and I will kiss my love. 3 Now peep, boe peep, be not too bold my hand, Wake not thy Phillis, fear she do withstand: She stirs alas, alas, alas I faint in sprite, She opes her eye, unhappy I, farewell delight. Awaked she is, new woes I must approve, Phillis awakes, and I must leave my love. I. ALTO. NOw peep, boe peep, thrice happy blest mine eyes, For I have found fair Phillis, for I have found fair Phillis where she lies, upon her bed, upon her bed, upon her bed with arms unspread, All fast a sleep, vnmas'kt her face, thrice happy grace, Farewell, farewell my sheep, Look to yourselves, look to yourselves, new charge I must ap-prove, Phillis doth sleep, Phillis doth sleep and I must guard my love. Look to your &c. I. BASSO. NOw peep, boe peep, thrice happy blest mine eyes, For I have found fair Phillis, for I have found fair Phillis where she lies, Upon her bed with arms unspread, all fast a sleep, Vnmas'kt her face, thrice happy grace, Farewell, farewell my sheep, Look to your selves, new charge I must approve, Phillis doth sleep, Phillis doth sleep, and I must guard my love. Look to etc. I. TENORE. NOw peep, boe peep, thrice happy blest mine eyes, For I have found my Phillis, for I have found my Phillis where she lies, Upon her bed with arms unspread, upon her bed with arms unspread, with arms unspread, all fast a sleep, vnmas'kt her face, thrice happy grace, Farewell, farewell my sheep, Look to yourselves, look to yourselves, new charge I must ap-prove, Phillis doth sleep, Phillis doth sleep, and I must guard my love. Look to your &c. II. CANTO. MY choice is made and I desire no change, My wan- The de-serts wild wherein my wits did range, Are now dring thoughts in li- mits now are bound: Let him that list sooth hu- mors that made easy walks and plea-sant ground: Let passions still possess the i- be vain, Till va- ni- tie all mean ex- cedes, dle brain, And care consume whom fol- lie feeds. I rest resolved no fancy's fits can me e- strange, My choice is made, and I de-sire no more to change. 2 Change they their choice, to whose delicious sense, The strangest objects are of most esteem: Inconstant liking may find excellence, In things which (being not good) yet best do seem. Let gallant bloods still crown their sports with joy, Whom honour, wealth, and pleasure fills: Let sweet contentment never find annoy, While Fortune frames things to their wills. This stirs not me, I am the same, I was before. My choice is made, and I desire to change no more. 3 Be my choice blamed, or be I thought unwise, To hold my choice, by others not approved, I say, that to myself I fall or rise, By fear, or force I cannot be removed. Let friends in pity doubt of my success, Their pity gets no thanks at all: Let foes be glad to see my hopes grow less, I scorn the worst that wish they shall: Still stand I firm, my heart is set, and shall remain, My choice is made, and never will I change again. II. ALTO. MY choice is made, and I desire no change, my wandering thoughts in li- mits now are bound. The de- serts wild, wherein my wits did range, are now made easy walks and pleasant ground. Let him that list sooth humours that be vain, till va- ni- tie, till va- ni- tie all mean exceeds. Let passions still possess the I- dle brain, and care consume, and care consume, whom fol- lie feeds. I rest resolved, no fancies fits can me estrange, my choice is made, and I desire no more to change. II. BASSO. MY choice is made, and I desire no change, my mandring The de- serts wild, wherein my wits did range, are now made thoughts in li- mits now are bound. easy walks and plea-sant ground. Let him that list sooth humours that be Let passions still possess the I- dle vain, till va- ni- tie, all mean exceed. brain, and care con-sume whom foe- lie feeds. I rest resolved, no fancies sits can me estrange, my choice is made, and I desire no more to change. II. TENORE. MY choice is made, and I de-sire no change, my wandering thoughts in li- mits now are bound. The de- serts wild, wherein my wits did range, are now made easy walks and pleasant ground. Let him that list sooth humours that be vain, till va- ni- tie, till va- ni- tie all mean exceeds. Let passions still possess the I- dle brain, and care consume, and care consume, fol- lie feeds. I rest resolved, no fancies fits can me estrange, my choice is made, and I desire no more to change. III. CANTO. CAn she disdain can I per-sist to love, can she be cruel, I subjecteth still. Time will my truth, come- passion hers a- prove, release the thralled, and conquer fro- ward will. I love not lust, Oh, oh therefore let her deign, to equal my de-sires, to ij. my de-sires with like a- gain. I love not, etc. Am I not pleasing in her prouder eyes, Oh that she knew loves power as well as I, Witty she is, but loves more witty wise, She breathes on earth, he Reigns in heaven on high. I love not lust, oh therefore let her deign, To equal my desires with like again. Love scorns the abject earth his sacred fires, Unites divided minds dissevers none, Contempt springs out of fleshly base desires, Setting debate twixt love and union. I love not lust, oh therefore let her deign, To equal my desires, with like again. III. ALTO. CAn she disdain, can I persist to love, Can she be cruel I subjecteth still. Time will my truth compassion hers a prove, release the thralled, and conquer fro- ward will. I love not lust, I love not lust. Oh therefore let her deign, to equal my desires, to ij. with like a gain. I love not &c. III. BASSO. CAn she disdain, Can I persist to love, can she be cruel I subjecteth still. Time will my truth compassion hers a- prove, release the thralled and conquer froward will. I love not lust, Oh therefore let her deign, oh ij. To equal my desires, to ij. with like again. I love not &c. III. TENORE. CAn she disdain, can I persist to love, can she be cruel I subjecteth still. Time will in truth compassion hers approve, release the thralled and conquer fro- ward will. I love not lust Oh therefore let her deign, Oh ij. to equal my desires, to equal my desires with like a gain. I love not &c. FOUR CANTO. ALas fair face why doth that smoo- Alderman in themselves confirm a scorn- thed brow: those speaking eyes rosed lips, and blush-ing beauty. full vow: to spoil my hopes of love, my love of duty. The time hath been, when I was bet-ter graced: I now the same, and yet that time is past. Is it because that thou art only fair, Oh no such graceful looks banish disdain, How then, to feed my passions with despair, Feed on sweet love, so I be loved again. Well may thy public scorn, and outward pride, Inward affections, and best like hide. Breath but a gentle air, and I shall live, Smile in a cloud, so shall my hopes renew, One kind regard, and second seeing give, One rising Morn, and my black woes subdue. If not, yet look upon the friendly Sun, That by his beams, my beams to thine may run. FOUR ALTO. ALas fair face, why doth that smoothed brow. Those speak-ing All in themselves, confirm a scornful vow. To spoil my eyes, rosd lips, and blush-ing beauty. The time hath been, when I was better hopes of love, my love of du- tie. graced, I now the same, and yet that time is past. The time hath: etc. FOUR BASSO. ALas fair face, why doth that smoothed brow. Those speak-ing All in themselves confirm a scornful vow. to spoil my eyes, rosed lips and blushing beauty. hopes of love, my love of duty. The time hath been, when I was better graced, I now the same, and yet the time is past. The time hath etc. FOUR TENORE. ALas fair face, why doth that smoothed brow. Those speak-ing All in themselves, confirm a scornful vow. To spoil my eyes, rosd lips, and blush-ing beauty. The time hath been, when I was better graced, hopes of love, my love of du- tie. I now the same, and yet that time is past. The time hath, etc. V. CANTO. whether so fast, see how the kindly kindly flowers, perfumes the air, and all to make thee stay, The climbing woodbine clipping all these bowers, eclipse thee like- wise, eclipse ij. wise, for fear pass a- way, Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainsay. Stay, stay but a while, stay ij. stay ij. Phoe- be no tell-tale is, no tell-tale is, She her En- di- mi- on, I'll my Phoebe kiss my Phoebe kiss. Stay, stay, etc. Fear not, the ground seeks but to kiss thy feet Hark, hark how Philomela sweetly sings, Whilst water wanton fishes as they meet, Strike crochet time amidst these crystal springs, And Zephyrus 'mongst the leaves sweet murmur rings, Stay but a while, Phoebe no tell-tale is, She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss. See how the Helitrope herb of the Sun Though he himself long since be gone to bed, Is not of force thine eyes bright beams to shun, But with their warmth his gouldy leaves unspread, And on my knee invites thee rest thy head. Stay but a while, Phoebe to tell-tale is, She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss, V. ALTO. When- their so fast, see how the kindly, kindly flowers perfume the air, and all to make thee stay. The climbing Woodbine clipping all these bowers, eclipse thee likewise, eclipse. ij. for fear thou pass away. Fortune our friend, our foe will not gain- say. Stay, stay but a while, ij. ij. Phoebe no tell- tale is, no: ij. no: ij. She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss. my Phoebe kiss. Stay, stay, etc. V. BASSO. When- their so fast, see how the kindly flowers perfumes the air, & all to make thee stay: the climbing wodbind clipping all these bowers, eclipse thee likewise, eclipse: ij. for fear thou pass away. Fortune our friend, our foe will not gain say. Stay, stay but a while, stay: ij stay: ij. Phoebe no tell-tale is, no: ij. She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss. I'll my Phoebe kiss my Phoebe kiss. Stay, stay: etc. V. TENORE. whether so fast, see how the kind- lie flowers perfumes the air, and all to make thee stay, The clipping woodbine, clipping all these bowers, eclipse thee likewise, eclipse ij. for fear thou pass away. Fortune our friend, our foe will not gane say. Stay, stay but a while, stay ij. stay ij. stay ij. Phoebe no tell-tale is, no ij. no ij. She her Endimi- on I'll my Phoebe kiss, my Phoebe kiss. Say stay etc. VI CANTO. REst sweet Nymphs let golden sleep, charm your star brighter eyes, Whiles my Lute the watch doth keep with pleasing simpa- thighs, Lulla lulla- by, Lulla Lulla-by, sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye, in calm con- tent- ments lie. Lulla, etc. Dream fair virgins of delight, And best Elysian groves: Whiles the wandering shades of night, Resemble your true loves: Lulla lullaby, Lulla lullaby ●●ur kisses your blisses send them by your wishes, though they be not nigh. Thus dear damzells I do give Good night and so am gone: With your hearts desires long live still joy, and never moon. Lulla lullaby, Lulla lullaby Hath pleased you and eased you, & sweet slumber sezd you, And now to bed I hie. VI ALTO. REst sweet Nymphs, let golden sleep charm your star brigh-ter eyes, whiles my Lute the watch doth keep with pleasant sympathies, Lulla lul-la- by, lul-la-by, lul-laby, sleep sweetly, sleep sweet- lie, let nothing affright ye, in calm content- ments lie. Lulla &c. VI BASSO. REst sweet Nymphs, let golden sleep charm your star brighter eyes, whiles my Lute the watch doth keep, with pleasing Sympathies. Lulla lul-laby, lul-la- by, sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye, in calm contentments lie. Lul-la etc. VI TENORE. REst sweet Nymphs let golden sleep, charm your star brighter eyes, whiles my Lute the watch doth keep, with pleasing sympathies, Lulla lul- laby, lul- laby, lul-laby, sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye, in calm contentments lie. Lulla &c. VII. CANTO. AY me, she frowns, my Mistress is of- fen- deed, Oh pardon dear, my miss shall be a- mended: My fault from love proceeded, It merits grace the rather, If I no danger dreaded, it was to win your favour. Then clear those clouds, then smile on me, And let us be good friends. Come walk, come talk, come kiss, come see, how soon our quarrel ends. Then clear, etc. Why lowers my love, and blots so sweet a beauty, Oh be appeased with vows, with faith and duty: Give over to be cruel, sith kindness seems you better, You have but changed a Juell, and love is not your debtor. Then welcome mirth, and banish moan, show pity on your lover, Come play, come sport, the thing that's gone no sorrow can recover. Still are you angry, and is there no relenting? Oh wiegh my woes, be moved with my lamenting: Alas my heart is grieved, mine inward soul doth sorrow, Unless I be relieved, I die before to morrow. The coast is cleared, her countenance cheered, I am again in grace, Then farewell fear, then come my dear, let's dallieand embrace. VII ALTO. Ay me, she frowns, my Mistress is offended, Oh pardon dear, my miss shall be a-men-ded: my fault from love proceeded, it merits grace the rather: if I no danger dreaded, it was to win thy favour. Then clear those Clouds, then smile on me, and let us be good friends: come walk, come talk, come kiss, come see how soon our quarrel ends. Then etc. VII. BASSO. AY me, she frowns, my Mistress is offended, Oh pardon dear, my miss shallbe amended: my fault from love pro- ceeded, it merits grace the rather, if I no danger dreaded, it was to win thy favour. Then clear those clouds, than simile on me, and let us be good friends: come walk, come talk, come kiss, come see, how soon our quarrel ends. Then. VII. TENOR. Ay me, she frowns, my Mistress is offended, Oh pardon dear, my miss shallbe amended my fault from love proceeded, it merits grace the rather, if I no danger dreaded, it was to win thy favour. Then clear those Clouds, then smile on me, & let us be good friends: come walk, come talk, come kiss, come see, how soon our quarrel ends. Then. etc. VIII. CANTO. NOw let her change and spare not, since she proves false I care not, Feigned love so bewitched my de- light, That still I doted on her sight, But she is gone, but ij. but ij. New desires embracing, And my deserts does- gracing. But she is etc. When did I err in blindness, Or vex her with unkindness, If my care did attend her alone, Why is she thus untimely gone? True love abides till the day of dying, False love is ever flying. Then false farewell for ever, Once false prove faithful never, He that now so triumphs in thy love, Shall soon my present fortunes prove. Were I as fair as divine Adonis, Love is not had where none is. VIII. ALTO. NOw let her change and spare not, since she proves false I care not: feigned love so beewitched my delight, that still I doted on her sight. But she is gone, But: ij. But: ij. new desires embracing, and my deserts disgracing. But etc. VIII. BASSO. NOw let her change & spare not, since she proves false I care not: feigned love so be witched my delight, that still I doted on her sight. But she is gone, but: ij. ij. ij. new desires embracing, and my deserts disgracing. But: etc. VIII. TENORE. NOw let her change & spare not, since she proves false I care not: feigned love so bewitched my delight that still I doted on her sight. But she is gone, but: ij. ij. ij. new desires embracing, and my deserts disgracing. But: etc. IX. CANTO. un- der- neath a Cypris shade, the Queen of Love sat mourning, Casting down the Rosy wreaths, Her heavenly brow a-dor-ning : Quenching fiery sighs with tears, But yet her heart, but yet her heart, her heart still bur-ning. Quenching fiery sighs with tears, but yet her heart, but yet her heart, her heart still bur-ning. 2 For within the shady mourn, the cause of her complaining, Myrrha's Son the levy bowers did haunt, her love disdaining, Counting all her true desires, in his fond thoughts but feigning. 3 Why is youth with beauty graft, unfeeleing judge of unkindness, Spotting love with the foul report, of cruelty and blindness, Forcing to unkind complaints, the Queen of all divineness. 4 Stint thy tears fair Seaborn Queen, & grief in vain lamented, When desire hath burnt his heart, that thee hath discontented, Then to late the scorn of youth, by age shall be repent. IX. ALTO. Underneath a Cypris shade, the Queen of Love sat mour-ning, casting down the Ro-sie wreaths, her heavenly brow a-dorning, quenching fiery sighs with tears, quenching: ij. but yet her heart still burning, but yet her heart, but ij. still bur-ning. quenching fi'- rye sighs with tears, quenching ij, but yet her heart still burning. but yet her heart, but yet her heart still bur-ning. IX. BASSO. Underneath a: The Queen of Love sat mourning, casting down the Rosy wreaths her heavenly brow adoring: quenching si'rie sighs, fiery sighs with tears, quench: ij. but yet her heart, but yet her heart, her heart still burning. quenching si'rie sighs, si'rie sighs with tears, quench: ij but yet her heart, but yet her heart, her heart still burning. IX. TENORE. Underneath a Cypris shade, the Queen of Love sat mourning, casting down the Rosy wreaths, her heavenly brow ado- ring: quenching fiery, fiery fiery sighs with tears, quench: ij. but yet her heart, yet her heart still burning. but: ij. but: ij. quenching fiery, fiery sighs with tears, quench: ij. but yet her heart, yet her heart still burning. but: ij. but: ij. For his unfortunate friend William Harwood. X. CANTO. SOund woe- full plaints in hills and woods, Fly my cries, to the skies, Melt mine eyes, and heart languish, Not for the want of friends, or goods, make I moan, though alone, thus I groan, by souls an- guish. Time, friends, chance, goods, might again re-cover, Black woes, sad griefs, o'er my life do hover, Since my loss is with despair, No blessed Star to me shine fair, All my mirth turn to mourning, heart lament, for hope is gone: is gone, Music leave, I'll learn to moan, Sorrows the sads a-dor-ning. Since my, etc. Ay me my days of bliss are done, Sorrowing must I sing, nothing can relieve me: Eclipsed is my glorious Sun, And mischance doth advance horrors lance, still to grieve me. Poor heart, ill hap hath all joy bereft thee: Gon's the sole good, which the Fates had left me. Whose estate is like to mine? Fortune doth my weal repine, Envying my one pleasure, Patience must me assure, other plaster can not cure. Therefore in this my treasure. For his unfortunate friend William Harwood. X. ALTO. SOund woeful plaints in hills & woods, fly my cries to the Skies, fly: ij. melt mine eyes, & heart languish, not for the want of friends, or goods, of: ij. make I moan, though alone thus I groan, by souls an- guish: time, friends, chance, goods might again recover, black woes, sad griefs o'er my life do hover, since my loss is with despair, no blessed Star to me shine fair, all my mirth turn to mourning, heart lament, lament, heart la- ment, for hope is gone, Music leave, I'll leave to moan, sorrows the sads ador-ning. Since my: etc. For his unfortunate friend William Harwood. X. BASSO. SOund woeful plaints in hills and woods, fly my cries to the skies, fly ij. melt mine eyes & heart languish, not for the want of friends, not for two. or goods make I moan, though a- lone, thus I groan, by souls; an- guish: time, friends, chance goods might a gain re-cover, black woes, sad griefs, o'er my life do hover, since my loss is with disparie, no blessed Star to me shine fair, all my mirth turn to mourning, heart la- meant for hope is gone, Music leave I'll learn to moan, sorrows the sads adorning. since my &c. For his unfortunate friend William Harwood. X. TENORE. SOund woeful plaints in hills and woods, fly my cries to the skies. fly ij. melt mine eyes and heart languish, not for the want of friends or goods, of ij. make I moan, though alone, thus I groan, by souls an- guish, time, friends, chance goods might a- gain recover, black woes, sad griefs, o'er my life, over my life do hover, since my loss is with despair, no blessed Star, to me shine fair, all my mirth turn to mourning. heart la: ij. heart ij. heart ij. for hope is gone, Music leave I learn to moan, sorrows the sads ador-ning since: XI. CANTO. YOu that pine in long de- sire, help to cry. Come Love, come Love, quench this bur-ning fire, Lest through thy wound I die. Lest through thy wound I die. Lest through thy wound I die. Come love, etc. 2 Hope that tires with vain delay, ever cries Come love, come love, hours and years decay, In time loves treasure lies. 3 All the day, and all the night still I call Come love, come love, but my dear delight, yealds no relief at all. 4 Her unkindness scorns my moan, that still shrykes Come love, come love, beauty penned alone dies in her own dislikes. XI. ALTO. YOu that pine in long desire, help to cry. come Love, come Love, quench this burning fire, burning fire, least through thy wound I die. least through thy wound I die, least through thy wound, least through thy wound I die. come love, etc. XI. BASSO. YOu that pine in long desire, help to cry, come Love, come Love quench this burning fire, least through thy wound I die. I die, least through thy wound I die. lest ij. die. come Love etc. XI. TENORE. YOu that pine in long desire, help to cry, come Love, quench this bur-ning fire, least through thy wound I die. least through thy wound I die, least through thy wound I die. least through thy wound I die. come Love etc. XII. CANTO. Look Mistress mine within this haul- low breast, See here in- closed a tomb of tender skin, wherein fast locked is framed a Phoenix nest, That save your self, is no passage in. Witness the wound that through your dart doth bleed, And craves your cure, and ij. and ij. since you have done the deed. Witness, etc. Wherefore most rare and Phoenix rarely fine, Behold once more the harms I do possess: Regard the heart that through your fault doth pine, Attending rest yet findeth no redress. For end, wave wings and set your nest on fire, Or pity me, and grant my sweet desire. XII. ALTO. Look Mistress mine, within this hollow breast, see here enclosed, a tomb of tender skin, wherein fast locked is framed a Phoenix nest, that, save yourself, there is no passage in there is no passage in. Witness the wound, that through your dart doth bleed, and craves your care, and craves your care, since have done the deed. Witness the etc. XII. BASSO. Look mistress mine within this hollow breast, see here enclosed a tomb of tender skin, wherein fast locked is framed a Phoenix nest, that, save yourself, there is, there is no passage in. Witness the wound that through your dart doth bleed, & craves your cure, &: ij. &: ij. &: ij. since you have done the deed witness. XII. TENORE. Look mistress mine within this hollow breast, see here enclosed a tomb of tender skin, within fast locked is framed a Phoenix nest, that, save yourself, there is no passage in, there is no passage in. Witness the wound that through your dart doth bleed, and craves your cure, & ij. &: ij. since you have done the dead. To his loving friend M. Holder, M. of Arts. XIII. CANTO. Climb O heart, clime to thy rest, Climbing yet take heed of falling, Climbers oft even at their best, catch love, down fall, heart appa-ling. Climbers, etc. 2 Mounting yet if she do call, And desire to know thy arrant: Fear not stay, and tell her all, Falling she will be thy warrant. 3 Rise, oh rise, but rising tell, When her beauty bravely wins thee, T'sore up where that she doth dwell, Down again thy baseness brings thee. 4 If she ask what makes thee love her, Say her virtue, not her face: For though beauty doth approve her, Mildness gives her greater grace. 5 Rise then rise if she bid rise, Rising say thou risest for her: Fall if she do thee despise, Falling still do thou adore her. 6 If thy plaint do pity gain, Love and live to her honour: If thy service she disdain, Dying yet complain not on her. To his loving friend M. Holder M. of Arts. XIII. ALTO. Climb O heart, clime to thy rest, Climbing yet take heed of fal-ling, Climars oft even at their best, catch Love, down falt'h heart ap-palling. Climars' etc. XIII. BASSO. Climb O heart, clime to thy rest, climbing yet take heed of fal-ling, clymers oft even at their best, catch love, down fall heart appalling. clymars: etc. To his loving friend M. Holder M. of Arts. XIII. TENORE. Climb O heart, clime to thy rest, Climbing yet take heed of falling, Climars' oft even at their best, catch Love, down falt'h heart ap-pal-ling. Clymars etc. XIIII. CANTO. THanks gentle Moon for thy obscured light, My Love and I be- traid thou set us free, And Zephyrus as many un- to thee, Whose blasts con- ceald, the pleasures of the night, resolve to her thou gave, content to me. But be those bowers still filled with Ser- pents hisses, That sought by treason, that ij. to be- trey our kiss- ses. to betray our kisses. But be those, etc. And thou false Arbour with thy bed of Rose, Wherein, whereon touched equal with loves fire, We reaped of either other loves desire, Whither the twining plants that thee enclose. Oh be thy bowers still filled with serpent's hisses, That sought by treason, to betray our kisses. Torn be the frame, for thou didst thankless hide, A traitorous spy, her brother, and my foe, Who sought by death, our joys to under go, And by that death, our passions to divide, Leaving to our great vows, eternal woe. Oh be thy bowers still filled with serpent's hisses, That sought by treason, to betray our kisses. XIIII. ALTO. THanks gentle Moon for thy obscured light, My Love and I betrayed thou set us free, And Zephirus as many un-to thee, whose blasts concealed, the pleasures of the night, Resolve to her thou gave, content to me. But be those bowers still filled with Serpent's hisses, That sought by treason, that ij. to betray our kisses. to be- trey our kisses. But be those etc. XIIII. BASSO. THanks gentle Moon for thy obscured light, My Love and I betrayed thou set us free, And Zephyrus as many unto thee, Whose blasts concealed, the pleasures of the night, Resolve to her thou gave, content to me. But be those bowers still filled with Serpent's hisses, That sought by treason, that: ij. to be- trey our kisses. to betray our kisses. But be those, etc. XIIII. TENORE. THanks gentle Moon for thy obscured light, My Love & I betrayed thou set us free, And Zephyrus as many unto thee, Whose blasts concealed, the pleasures of the night, Resolve to her thou gave, content to me. But be those bowers still filled with Serpent's hisses, That sought by treason, That: ij. to betray our kisses. to betray our kisses. But those: etc. XV. CANTO. I Sigh as sure to wear the fruit of the Will- low three, I sigh as sure to lose my suit, for it may not be. I sigh as one that loves in vain, I sigh as one that lives in pain, very sorry, ij. ij. very weary of my mi- se- rye. I etc. 2 I hate my thoughts which like the Fly, flutter in the flame, I hate my tears which drop, and dry, quench and fri● the same: I hate the heart which frozen burns, I hate the heart which chosen turns, Too and from me, making of me nothing but a game. 3 My thoughts are fuel to desire, which my heart doth move, My tears are oil to feed the fire, smart whereof I prove: She laughs at sighs that come from me, I sigh at laughs in her so free, Who doth glory, in the story of my sorry love. 4 Her lovely looks, and lovelesse mind do not well agree, Her quick conceit, and judgement blind, as ill suited be: Her forward wit, and froward heart, that like to knit, this glad to part, Makes so pretty, and so witty, not to pity me. 5 The more I seek, the less I find what to trust unto, The more I hold, the less I bind, she doth still undo: I weave the web of idle love, which endless will, and fruitless prove, If the pleasure for the measure of my treasure go. XV. ALTO. I Sigh as sure to wear the fruit of the willow tree, I sigh as sure to lose my suit, my suit, for it will not be, for it will not be, I sigh as one that loves in vain, that loves in vain, I sigh as one that lives in pain, very sorry, ve: ij. ij. very weary of my misery. I sigh as etc. XV. BASSO. I Sigh as sure to wear the fruit, of the willow tree, I sigh as sure, I sigh as sure to lose my suit, for it will not be. I sigh as one that loves in vain, loves in vain, I sigh as one that lives in pain, very sorry very ij. very sorry, very weary of my misery. I sigh & XV. TENORE I Sigh as sure to wear the fruit, the fruit of the willow tree, I sigh as sure to lose my suit, for it will not be, for it will not be. I sigh as one that loves in vain, I sigh as one that lives in pain: very sorry, very: ij. very sorry very weary of my mi- se- ry. I sigh etc. Chorus. XVI. CANTO. DOwn a down, ij. Thus Phillis sung, by fancy once oppress- said, Who so by foolish Love are stung, Are worthily distress- sed, and so sing I, and ij. with a down, ij. ij. with a down a down a down. 1 Verse. WHen Love was first be- got, and by the mother's will, Did fall to human, lot, his solace to full- fill, Devoid of all de- ceit, a chaste and holy fire, Did quicken man's con- ceit, and women's breast in- spire. The Gods that saw the good, that mortals did approve, With kind and holy mood, began to talk of love. Chorus. Down a down. 2 But during this accord, a wonder strange to hear Whilst love in deed and word, most faihfull did appear: False semblance came in place, by selocie attended, And with a double face, both love and fancy blended, Which made the gods forsake, and men from fancy fly, And maidens scorn a mate, forsooth and so will I. Chorus. Down a down. etc. Chorus. XVI. ALTO. Down a etc. And so sing I, and ij. with a down, with ij. with a down down with a ij. a down a down. verses. When Love: etc. Chorus. Down a etc. Chorus. XVI. BASSO. Down a: etc. & so sing I with a down, ij. ij. with a down a down a down. Verses. When Love: etc. Chorus. Down a: etc. Chorus. XVI. TENORE. Down a etc. And so sing I, with a down, ij. with a down a, with a down a down a down down. Verses. When Love: etc. Chorus. Down a: etc. XVII. CANTO. Diaphenia like the Dafdown- dilly, White as the Sun, fair as the Lily, Heigh ho, heigh ho, how I do love thee: I do love thee as my Lambs, Are beloved of their dumbs, How blessed were I if thou wouldst prove me. I do: etc. 2 Diaphenia like the spreading Roses, That in thy sweets, all sweets encloses, Fair sweet how I do love thee? I do love thee as each flower, loves the suns life giving power, For dead, thy breath to life might move me. 3 Diaphenia like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressed, Dear joy, how I do love thee? As the birds do love the spring, Or the Bees their careful king, Then in requite, sweet virgin love me. XVII. ALTO. D I- a- phe-nia like the Dafdown- dil-lie, white as the Sun, fair as the Lily, Heigh ho, heigh ho, how I do love thee, I do love thee as my Lambs, are beloved of their dambs; how blessed were I if thou wouldst prove me. I do; etc. XVII. BASSO. D I-a-phe-ni-a like the Dafdown- dilly, white as the Sun fair as the Lily, Heigh ho, high ho, how I do love thee, I do love thee as my Lambs, are beloved of their dambs, how blessed were I if thou wouldst prove me. I do etc. XVII. TENORE. D I-aphe-ni-a like the daf- down- dilly, white as the Sun, fair as the Lily, Heigh ho, heigh ho, how I do love thee: I do love thee as my Lambs, are beloved of their dambs, how blessed were I if thou wouldst prove me. I do love etc. XVIII. CANTO. Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her: The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran be- side her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye, To see what was for- bidden: But better memory said fie, So vain desire was chidden. hay no- nigh, hay no- ny, hay ij. hay nonny no nonny nonny. hay, etc. Into a slumber than I fell, When fond imagination, Seemed to see, but could not tell, Her feature, or her fashion. But even as Babes in dreams do smile, And sometime fall aweeping: So I awaked as wise this while, As when I feel a sleeping. hay nonnie, nonnie, etc. XVIII ALTO. Beauty sat bathing by a spring, where fairest shades did hide her: The winds blew calm, the Birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye, mine eye, To see what was forbidden: But better memory said fie, so vain desire was chidden. hay nonny nonie, hay: ij. hay, ij. nonie, nonie, hay: ij. hay nonie, etc. XVIII. BASSO. Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her: The winds blew calm, the Birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her, beeside her. My wanton thoughts en- ticed mine eye, To see what was forbidden: But better memory said fie, So vain desire was chidden. hay nonie nonie, hay: ij. nonie, hay ij. hay: ij. hay: ij. hay no- nigh. hay nonnie. etc. XVIII. TENORE. Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her: The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her, beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed, enticed mine eye, To see what was forbidden: But better me-mory said fie, So vain desire was chidden. hay nonny, ij. hay ij. hay ij. nonny. hay etc. XIX. CANTO. MVsick dear solace, to my thoughts neg-lected, Music time sporter, Music time sporter, to my most res- pec- t, Sound on, sound on, thy gol- den harmony is such, That whilst she doth vouchsafe her E-bon Lute to touch. By descant numbers I do nimbly climb, from Loves see- cluse, Unto his Courts, un-to his Courts where I in fresh attire, at- tyre my Muse. By descant, etc. 2 I do compare her fingers swift resounding, Unto the heavens Spherical rebounding: Hark, hark, she sings no forced, but breathing sound I hear, And such the concord Diapasons she doth rear, As when th' immortal god of nature from his seat above, First formed words all, & fairly it combined, combined by love. 3 Divine Apollo be not thou offended, That by her better skill thy skills amended, Scholars do oft more lore, than masters theirs attain, Though thine the ground, all parts in one though she contain, Yet mayst thou triumph that thou hast a Scholar only one, That can her Lute to thine, and to thy voice, her voice atone. XIX. ALTO. MVsicke dear selace to my thoughts neg-lected, Music time sporter ij. to my most res-pected, Sound on, sound on, thy golden harmony is such, That whilst she doth vouchsafe her Ebon Lute to touch, By descant numbers I do nim-bly climb, from loves secluse, unto his Courts, unto his Courts, where I in fresh attire at- tyre my Muse. By descant numbers etc. XIX. BASSO. Mvsick dear solace, to my thoughts neglected, Music time sporter, Music time sporter, to my most respected, Sound on, sound on thy golden harmony is such, That whilst she doth, she doth vouchsafe hre Ebon Lute to touch. By descant numbers I do nimbly climb, from loves secluse, Unto his courts unto his Courts, where I in fresh attire, at- tyre my Muse. By descant etc. XIX. TENORE. MVsick dear solace to my thoughts neglected, Music time sporter, Music time sporter, to my most respected: Sound on, sound on, thy golden harmony is such, That whilst she doth, she doth vouch- safe her Ebon Lute to touch. By descant numbers I do nimbly climb, from loves secluse, unto his Courts, unto his Courts, where I in fresh attire at- tyre my Muse. By descant, etc. XX. CANTO. WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chief ho- lie day, For though this Clime were blest of yore, Yet was it never proud before: O gracious King, O ij. O ij. O ij: of second Troy, Ac- cept of our un- fai- ned joy. O, etc. 2 Now th'air is sweeter than sweet Balm, And Satyrs dance about the Palm: Now earth with verdure newly dight, Gives perfect signs of her delight. O gracious King of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy. Now Birds record new harmony, And trees do whistle melody: Now every thing that Nature breeds Doth clad itself in pleasant weeds. O gracious King of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy. XX. ALTO. WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chief holy day, For though this Clime were blest of yore, Yet was it never proud before: O gra- cious King, O ij. O ij. O ij. O ij. of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy. O, etc. XX. BASSO. WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chief holy day, For though this Clime were blest of yore, yet was it ne- ver proud before: O gracious King, O ij. O ij. O ij. O ij. of second Troy, Ac-cept of our unfeigned joy. O gracious etc. XX. TENORE. WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chief holy day, For though this Clime were blest of yore, Yet was it never proud before: O gracious King, O ij. O ij. O ij. O ij. of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy. O gracious etc. An Elegy in remembrance of his Worshipful friend Thomas Leighton Esquire. XXI. CANTO. COme come all you that draw heavens pu- rest breath, Come An- gell breasted sons of har- more- nigh. Let us candole in tragic E- li- gie, Con- dole with me our dearest leighton's death, Leighton in whose dear loss death belmish- eth jones beauty and the soul of true de- light, Leighton heavens favourite and the Muses jewel, Muses and heavens only here- in too cruel, Leighton to heaven, Leighton to heaven, hath ta'en too time- lie flight. Leighton to, etc. Come then sith Seas of tears, sith sighs and groans, Sith mournful plaints, loud cries, and deep laments, Have all in vain deplord these drerements, And fate in-explorable scorns our moans, Let us in accents grave, and saddest tones, Offer up musics doleful sacrifice: Let these accords which notes distinguist frame, Serve for memorial to sweet leighton's name, In whose sad death musics delight now dies. An Eiegie, in remembrance of his Worshipful friend, Thomas Leighton Esquire. XXI. ALTO. COme come all you that draw, Heavens pu- rest breath, Come Angel breasted sons, come ij. of har- more- nigh, Let us condole in tragic E- li- gie, con-dole with me our dearest leighton's death, Leighton in whose dear loss death blemisheth, jones beauty and the soul, the soul of true delight, Leighton heavens favoret and the Muse's jewel, Muses and heavens only herein too cruel, Leighton to heaven, to heaven, Leighton to heaven, hath ta'en too timely flight. Leighton etc. An Elegy etc. XXI. BASSO. COme come all you that draw heavens purest breath, Come Angel breasted sons of harmony, Let us condole . tragic Elegy, Condole with me our dearest leighton's death Leighton in whose dear loss death ble-misheth jones beauty and the soul of true delight, Leighton heavens favourite and the Muse's jewel, Muses and heavens only herein too cruel, Leighton to heaven, Leigh: ij. to heaven hath ta'en too timely flight. Leighton to heaven, etc. An Elegy, in remembrance of his Worshipful friend, Thomas Leighton Esquire. XXI. TENORE. COme come all you that draw heavens purest breath, Come Angel breasted sons, come ij. of harmo-ny, Let us condole in tragic Elegy, Condole with me our dearest leighton's death, Leighton in whose dear loss death blemisheth jones beauty, and the soul of true delight, Leighton heavens favourite and the Muses jewel, Muses and heavens only herein too cruel, Leighton to heaven, to ij to heaven hath ta'en too timely flight. Leighton, etc. XXII. BASSO. A Pavin. 2 A Pavin for the Lute and Base Viol. XXII. FINIS.