A BOOK OF AIRS, Set forth to be song to the Lute, Orph●rian, and ●a●e Viol, by Philip Rosseter Lutenist: And are to be sold at his house in Fleetstreet near to the Grayhound.  
AT LONOND Printed by Peter Short, by the assent of Thomas Morley, 1601.    

  

TO THE RIGHT VIRTUOUS AND WORTHY KNIGHT, SIR THOMAS MOUNSON.  
SIR, the general voice of your worthiness, and the many particular favours which I have heard Master Campion (with dutiful respect often acknowledge himself to have received from you) have emboldened me to present this Book of Airs to your favourable judgement, and gracious protection; especially because the first rank of songs are of his own composition, made at his vacant hours, and privately emparted to his friends, whereby they grew both public, and (as coin cracked in exchange) corrupted: some of them both words and notes unrespectively challenged by others. In regard of which wrongs, though his self neglects these light fruits as superfluous blossoms of his deeper Studies, yet hath it pleased him upon my entreaty, to grant me the impression of part of them, to which I have added an equal number of mine own. And this two-faced Janus thus in one body united, I humbly entreat you to entertain and defend, chiefly in respect of the affection which I suppose you bear him, who I am assured doth above all others love and honour you. And for my part, I shall think myself happy if in any service I may deserve this favour.  
Your Worships humbly devoted, PH●●●● 〈◊〉   

TO THE READER.  
WHAT Epigrams are in Poetry, the same are Airs in music, then in their chief perfection when they are short and well seasoned. But to clog a light song with a long Praeludium, is to corrupt the nature of it. Many rests in Music were invented either for necessity of the fuge, or granted as a harmonical licence in songs of many parts▪ but in Airs I find no use they have, unless it be to make a vulgar, and trivial modulation seem to the ignorant strange, and to the judicial tedious. A naked Air without guide, or prop, or colour but his own, is easily censured of every care, and requires so much the more invention to make it please. And as martial speaks in defence of his short Epigrams, so may I say in th' apology of Airs, that where there is a full volume, there can be no imputation of shortness. The Lyric Poets among the Greeks', and Latins were first inventors of Airs, tying themselves strictly to the number, and value of their syllables, of which sort you shall find here only one song in Saphicke verse, the rest are after the fashion of the time, eare-pleasing rhymes without Arte. The subject of them is for the most part amorous, and why not amorous songs, as well as amorous attires? Or why not new Airs, as well as new fascious? For the Note and Tabl●ture, if they satisfy the most, we have our desire, let expert masters please themselves with better. And if any light error hath escaped us, the skilful may easily correct it, the unskilful will hardly perceive it. But there are some, who to appear the more deep, and singular in their judgement, will admit no Music but that which is long, intricate, bated with fuge, chained with sincopation, and where the nature of every word is percisely expressed in the Note, like the old exploided action in Comedies, when it they did pronounce Memeni, they would point to the hinder part of their heads, if Video, put their finger in their eye. But such childish observing of words is altogether ridiculous, and we ought to maintain as well in Notes, as in action a manly carriage, gracing no word, but that which is eminent, and emphatical. Nevertheless, as in Poesy we give the pre-eminence to the Heroical Poem, so in Music we yield the chief place to the grave, and well invented Motet, but not to every harsh and dull confused Fantasy, where in multitude of points the Harmony is quite drowned. Airs have both their Art and pleasure, and I will conclude of them as the Poet did in his censure, of Catullus the Lyric, and Vergil the Heroic writer:  
Tantum magna suo debet Verona Catullo:  
Quantum parva suo Mantua Vergilio.   

A Table of half the Songs contained in this Book, by T.C.  

I. My sweetest Lesbian  
II. Though you are young  
III. I care not for these Ladies  
FOUR Fellow the fair sun  
V My love hath vowed  
VI When to her lute  
VII. Turn back you wanton flyer  
VIII. It fell on a summers day  
IX. The Sypres curtain  
X. Fellow your Saint  
XI. Fair if you expect admiring  
XII. Thou art not fair.  
XIII. See where she flies  
XIIII. Blame not my cheeks  
XV. When the God of merry love  
XVI. Mistress since you so much desire  
XVII. Your fair looks inflame  
XVIII. The man of life upright  
XIX. Hark all you Ladies  
XX. When thou must home  
XXI. Come let us found with melody.    

I.  
MY sweetest Lesbian let us live and love, and though the sager sort our deeds remove, let us not way them heavens great lamps do dive into their west, and straight again re-uiue, but soon as once set is our little light, then must we sleep one ever- during night, ever- during night.  

 
 
 
  

When ●ime 〈…〉 my life and fortu●● 〈◊〉  
 
 
   

II.  
 
THough you are young and I am old, though you veins hot and my blood cold, though youth is moist and age is dry, yet embers live when flames do die.  

The tender graft is easily broke,  
But who shall shake the sturdy Oak?  
You are more fresh and fair than I,  
Yet stubs do live, when flowers do die.   

Thou that thy youth dost vainly boast,  
Know buds are soon nipped with frost,  
Think that thy fortune still doth cry,  
Thou fool to morrow thou must die.    

III.  
I Care not for these Ladies that must be wood and prayed, Give me kind A- ma- rillis the wan- tun coun- trey maid, Nature art disdaineth, her beauty is her own, Her when we court & kiss, she cries forsooth let go, but when we come where comfort is she ne- ver will say no.  

If I love Amarillis,  
She gives me fruit and flowers,  
But if we Love these Ladies,  
We must give golden showers,  
Give them 〈…〉  
  

These Ladies must have pillows,  
And beds by strangers wrought,  
Give me a Bower of willows,  
Of moss and leaves vn●●ught▪  
And fresh Amarillis  
   

FOUR  
Follow thy fair sun unhappy shadow though thou though thou be black as night and she made all of light, yet follow thy fair sun un- hap- pie shadow.  

Fellow her whose light thy light depriveth,  
Though here thou liv'st disgraced,  
And she in heaven is placed,  
Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth.   

Fellow these 〈◊〉 beams ●hose beauty 〈◊〉  
 
 
  

Fellow her while yet her glory shineth,  
There comes a luckless night,  
That will dim all her light,  
And this the black unhappy shade divineth.   

 
 
 
  
  

V  
My love hath vowed he will for sake me and I am all- rea- die sped. Far o- there pro- mice he did make me when he had my may- den head. If such danger be in playing, and sport must to earnest turn, I will go no more a maying.  

2  
Had I foreseen what is ensued,  
And what now with pain I prove,  
Unhappy than I had eschewed,  
This unkind event of love,  
Maids foreknow their own undoing,  
But fear nought till all is done,  
When a man alone is wooing,   

3  
Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure,  
What didst thou not vow and swear?  
So didst thou rob me of the treasure,  
Which so long I held so dear,  
Now thou provest to me a stranger,  
Such is the vile guise of men,  
When a woman is in danger.   

4  
That heart is nearest to misfortune,  
That will trust a feigned tongue,  
When flattering men our loves importune▪  
They intend us deepest wrong,  
If this 〈◊〉 of loves 〈◊〉,  
 
   

VI  
WHen to her lute Corrina sings, her voice revives the lee- den strings, and doth in highest notes appear as any challenged echo clear, but when she doth of mour-ning speak, even with her sighs her sighs, two. the strings do break the strings do break.  

And as her lute doth live or die,  
Led by her passion, so must I,  
For when of pleasure she doth sing,  
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring,  
But if she doth of 〈…〉  
   

VII.  
Turn back you wanton flyer, and answer my de- sire with mutual greeting, Yet bend a lit- tle nearer, true beauty still shines clearer in closer meeting, Heart's with hearts delighted should strive to be v- ni- t, either others arms with arms enchay-ning, hearts with a thought, rosy lips with a kiss still en- tertai- ning.  

What harvest half so sweet is,  
As still to reap the kisses,  
Grown ripe in sowing,  
And 〈…〉,  
〈…〉.   

There's no strict observing,  
Of times, or seasons changing,  
There is ever one fresh spring abiding,  
Than what we sow with our lips  
   

VIII.  
IT fell on a summers day while sweet Bessie sleeping lay in her ●owre, on her bed, light with curtains shadowed, la- my came she him spies opening half her heavy eyes.  

jamy stole in through the door,  
She lay slumbering as before,  
Softly to her he drew near,  
She heard him, yet would not hear,  
Bessie vowed not to speak,  
  

She dreamed not what he would do,  
But still slept, while he smiled  
To see love by steep beguiled.   

 
 
   

IX.  
THe Sypres curtain of the night is spread, and o- for The weaker cares by sleep are conquered, but I a- all a silent dew is cast, lone with high- dious grief, a- gast. In s; pite of Mor-pheus charms a watch do keep o- for mine eyes to ba- nish careless sleep.  

Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintness close,  
And then the Map of hell before me stands,  
Which Ghosts do see, and I am one of those,  
Ordained to pine in sorrows endless bands,  
Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft,  
And now no cause of life to me is left.   

Grief cease my soul, for that will still endure,  
When my cra●'d body is consumed and gone,  
 
 
 
   

X.  
FOllow your Saint follow with accets sweet, There wrapped in cloud of Haste you sad notes fall at her flying feet, But if she scorns my sorrow pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul, I perish for her love. ne- for ceasing pain, Then burst with sighing in her sight, And near return a- gain.  

All that I song still to her praise did tend,  
Still she was first, still she my songs did end,  
Yet she my love, and Music both doth fly,  
The Music that her Echo is, and beauty's sympathy;  
Then let my Notes pursue her scornful flight,  
and died for her delight.    

XI.  
Fair if you ex- pect add- miring, sweet if you provoke de-si-ring- ring, grace dear Fond but if thy sight be blindness, false if thou of- fect unkindness, fly both love with kind re- qui- ring, love and loves de ligh- thing, Then when hope is lost and love is scorned, lie bury my desires, and quench the fires that ever yet in vain have burned.  

Fates, if you rule lovers fortune,  
Stars, if men your powers importune,  
Yield relief by your relenting▪  
 
   

XII.  
THou art not fair for all thy red & white, for all those Thou art not sweet though made of meet delight, not fair not ●o- sie or- na●ments in thee, sweet unless thou pi- tie me, I will not soothe thy fancies thou shall prove, That beauty is no beauty without loves.  

Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure  
My thoughts with beauty were it more divine,  
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,  
〈…〉 in those arms of thine,    

XIII.  
SEe where she flies enraged from me, view her when she intends the- Her fu- rye moved such terror makes, as to a fearful guilty spite, the wind is not more swift than she, spirit, the voice of heavens huge thunder cracks, But when her appeased mind yields to de- light, All her thoughts are made of joys, millions of de- lights inven- thing- Other plea- sures are but toys, to her beauties sweet conten- thing.  

My fortune hangs upon her brow,  
For as she smiles, or frowns on me,  
So must my blown affections bow,  
And her proud thoughts too well do find,  
W●●● what unequal tyranni●▪   

Though when her sad planet reigns,  
Froward she be,  
She alone can pleasure move,  
And displeasing sorrow banish,  
May I 〈◊〉 still hold her love,  
   

XIIII.  
BLame not my cheeks though pale with love they be, the kind- lie To i- rish it that is dis- maid by thee, who art so heat ●●k● my heart is flown, cru- ell and unsteadfast grown, For na- ture called for by distressed hearts, neg-lects and quite for- sakes the out- ward parts.  

But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stained,  
Nurse not one spark of love within their hearts,  
And when they woo they speak with passion feigned  
For their 〈◊〉 love lies in their outward parts,  
   

XV.  
WHen the god of merry love as yet in his cradle lay, thus his withered nurse did say, Thou a wanton boy wilt prove, to deceius the powers above, for by thy continual smiling, I see thy power of beguiling.  
 

Therewith she the babe did kiss,  
When a sudden fire out came  
From those burning lips of his,  
That did her with love enfame,  
But 〈◊〉 would regard the ●●me▪    

XVI.  
Mistress since you so much desire, to know the place of Cupid's fire, in your fair▪ shrine that flame doth rest, yet never harboured in your breast, it bides not in your lips so sweet nor▪ where the rose and lil- lies meet, but a little higher 〈…〉 two. two. there there, O there lies Cupid's fire.  

〈◊〉 in those 〈◊〉 piercing eyes,  
There Cupid● 〈…〉  
 
  

Nor w●●● for a smi●e, or kis●e,  
 
 
   

XVII.  
YOur fair looks inflame my desire, quench it again with love, Stay, O strive not still to retire, do not in human prove, 〈…〉 persuade loves pleasures d●●r● deny not, here is a silent grovie shade O tar- rye then and fly not.  

Have I seized my heavenly delight  
In this unhaunted grove?  
Time shall now her fury requite  
With the revenge of love,  
Then come, sweetest come  
My lips with kisses gracing,  
Here let us harbour all alone,  
〈…〉 embracing.   

Will you now so timely departed  
And not return again,  
Your sight lends such life to my heart,  
That to departed is pain.  
Fear yields no delay,  
Secureness help in pleasure,  
Then till the time gives safer stay,  
O farewell my 〈…〉    

XVIII.  
THe man of life upright whose guiltless heart is free, from all disho- nest deeds or thought of vanity.  

2  
The man whose silent days  
In harmless joys are spent,  
Whom hopes cannot delude,  
Nor sorrow discontent.   

3  
That man needs neither towers  
Nor armour for defence,  
Nor secret vaults to fly  
From thunder's violence.   

4  
 
 
The horrors of the deep,  
And terrors of the Skies.   

5  
Thus scorning all the cares  
That fate, or fortune brings,  
He makes the heaven his book,  
His wisdom heeu'nly things,   

6  
Good thoughts his only friends,  
His wealth a well-spentage  
The 〈◊〉 his sober 〈◊〉  
   

XIX.  
Hark all you ladies that do sleep, The fairy queen Pro- serpina bids you awake and pity them that weep, you may do in the dark what the day doth forbidden, fear not the dogs that bark night will have all hid.  

2  
But if you let your lovers moan,  
the Fairy Queen Proserpina  
Will send abroad her Fairies every one,  
that shall pinch black and blue;  
Your white hands, and fair arms,  
that did not kindly rue  
Your Paramours harms.   

3  
In Myrt●e Arbours on the downs,  
The Fairy Queen Pro●er●in●,  
This night by 〈…〉  
 
 
  

4  
All you that will hold watch with love,  
the Fairy Queen Proserpina,  
Will make you fairer than Diones dove,  
Roses red, Lilies white,  
And the clear damask hue  
shall on your cheeks alight,  
Love will adorn you.   

5  
All you that love, or loved before,  
the Fairy Queen Pro●e●●i●●  
 
 
 
   

XX.  
WHen thou must home to shades of un- der ground, and there a- The beauteous spirits do engird thee round, white I- o- rived a new ad- mi- red guest, poe, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the stories of thy finished love, from that smooth rung whose music can move.  

Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,  
Of masks and revels which sweet youth did make,  
Of Turnies and great challenges of knights,  
And all these triumphs for thy beauty's 〈◊〉  
 
   

XXI.  
COme let us sound with melody the praises of the king's king, Th'omni- potent cre- a- tor, Author of number, that hath all the world in harmony framed.  

Heaven is his throne perpetually shining,  
His divine power and glory thence he thunders,  
One in all, and all still in one abiding,  
Both Father, and Son.   

O sacred spirit invisible, eternal,  
Every where, yet unlimited, that all things  
Canst in one moment penetrate, revive me  
O holy Spirit.   

〈◊〉, O re●eue me from earthly darkne●,  
 
Guide my soul, that thirsts, to the lively Fountain  
Of thy devinenes.   

Cleanse my soul, O God, thy bespotted Image,  
Altered with sin, so that heavenly pureness  
Cannot acknowledge me but in thy mercies  
O Father of grace.   

But when once thy beams do remove my darkness,  
O then I'll shine forth as an Angel of light,  
And record with more than an earthly voice thy  
Infinite 〈◊〉    

A Table of the rest of the Songs contained in this Book, made by Philip Rosseter.  

I. Sweet come again  
II. And would you see  
III. No grave for woe  
FOUR If I urge my kind desires  
V. What hearts content  
VI Let him that will be free  
VII. Reprove not love  
VIII. And would you feign  
IX. When Laura smiles  
X. Long have mine eyes  
XI. Though far from joy  
XII. Shall I come if I swim  
XIII. Aye me that love  
XIIII. Shall then a traitorous  
XV. If I hope I pine  
XVI. Unless there were consent  
XVII. If she forsakes me  
XVIII. What is a day  
XIX. Kind in unkindness  
XX. What then is love but  
XXI. Whether men do laugh    

I.  
Sweet come again, your happy sight so- much desired since you from hence are now retired I seek in vain, still must I mourn, & pine in longing pain, till you my lives delight a- gain vouch- safe your wished return.  

If true desire,  
Or faithful vow of endless love,  
Thy heart inflamed may kindly move  
With equal fire;  
O than my joys.  
So long distraught shall rest,  
Reposed soft in thy ch●st breast,  
Exempt from all 〈◊〉▪   

 
Now it is grown  
Confirmed, do you it keep,  
And let it safe in your bosom sleep,  
There ever made your own.   

And till we meet,  
Teach abience inward 〈…〉  
 
  
  

II.  
ANd would you see my Mistress face, it is a flowery garden place, where knots of beauties have such grace, that all is work and no where space▪  

It is a sweet delicious morn,  
where day is breeding never borne,  
It is a Meadow yet unshorn,  
whom thousand flowers do adorn.   

It is the heaunes bright reflex,  
weak eyes to dazzle and to vex,  
It is th'Idea of her sex,  
envy of whom doth world perplex.   

It is a face of death that smiles,  
pleasing, though it kills the while,  
Where death and love in pretty wiles,  
each other mutually beguiles.   

It is fair beauty's freshest youth,  
it is the feigned elizium's truth,  
The soaring that wintered hearts renu'th,  
●nd 〈◊〉 is that my soul 〈◊〉.    

III.  
NO grave for woe, yet earth my watery tears devours, sighs want air, and burnt desires kind pities showers, Stars hold their fatal course joys pre- ven- thing, the earth, the sea, the air, the fire, the heavens vow my tor- men- thing.  

Yet still I live and waste my weary days in groans,  
And with woeful tunes adorn despairing moans,  
Night still ●repar●● a more displeasing 〈◊〉,  
   

FOUR  
IF I urge my kind desires, she unkind doth them reject, women's hearts are painted fires to deceive them affect, I alone loves fires include, she alone doth them delude.  

She hath often vowed her love,  
But also no fruit I find.  
That her fires are false I prove,  
Yet in her no fault I find,  
● was 〈◊〉 unhappy 〈…〉  
And 〈…〉   

Yet if human care, or pain  
May the heavenly order change,  
She will hate her own disdain,  
And repent she was so strange,  
 
   

V  
WHat hearts con- tent can he find, what happy sleeps can his eyes 'em- brace that bears His taste sweet wines will abhor, no musics sound can appease thoughts that wic- a guilty mind, ked deeds deplore, The passion of a present fear, still makes his restless motion there, & all the day he dreads the night, and all the night a one aghast he fears the morning light.  

But he that loves to be loved,  
And in his deeds doth adore heavens power,  
And is with pity moved;  
The night gives rest to his heart,  
The 〈◊〉 beams do awake his soul▪  
 
 
 
   

VI  
LEt him that will be free & keep his heart from care, retired a- lone remain where no dis- comforts are, for when the ele doth view his grief, or hapless ear his sorrow hears, Th'- impression still in him a- bides, and ever in one shape appears.  

Forget thy griefs betimes, long sorrow breeds long pain,  
for joy far fled from men will not return again,  
O happy is the soul which heaven ordained, to live in endless peace,  
His life is a pleasing dream, and every house his joys increase.   

You ●ea●ie sorites that love in severed 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉  
 
 
   

VII.  
Reprove not love though fond thou hast lost grea-ter hopes by lo-uing, love calms abicious spirits from their breasts danger oft re- more- ving, Let lo●●y humours mount upon high, down again like to the wind, while private thoughts vowed to love, more peace & pleasure find.  

Love and sweet beauty makes the stubborn mild,  
And the coward fearless,  
The wretched miser's care to bounty turns,  
Cheering all things cheerless;  
Love chains the earth and heaven,  
Turns the Spheres, guides the ●eares in en●●es 〈◊〉▪  
 
   

VIII.  
ANd would you feign the reason know, why my sad eyes so of- ten flow? my heart ebbs joy when they do so, and loves the moon by whom they go.  

And will you ask why pale I look?  
'tis not with poring on my book,  
My Mistress cheek my blond hath took,  
for her mine own hath me forsook.   

Do not demand why I am mute,  
loves silence doth all speech confute,  
They set the note then tune the Lute,  
hearts frame their thoughts then tongues their suit.   

Do enot admire why I admire,  
my fever is no others fire,  
E●ch several heart hath his desire▪  
  

If why I love you should see cause,  
love should have form like other laws,  
But fancy pleads not by the claws,  
'tis as the sea still vexed with flaws.   

No fault upon my love espy,  
for you perceive not with my eye,  
My palate to your taste may lie,  
yet please itself deliciously.   

Then let my sufferance be mine own,  
sufficeth it these reasons shown▪  
Reason and love 〈…〉  
   

IX.  
WHen Laura smiles her sight re-vives both night and day, The earth & heaven views with de- light her wan- tun play, And her speech with ever- flowing music doth repair, the cruel wounds of sorrow and untamd despair.  

The spirits that remain in fleeting air,  
Affect for pastime to untwine her tressed hair,  
And the birds think sweet Aurora morning's Queen doth shine,  
From her bright sphere when Laura shows her looks divine.   

Diana's eyes are not adorned with greater power,  
Then Lauras when she lifts awhile for sport to louvre,  
But when she her eyes encloseth, blindness doth appear,  
The chiefest grace of beauty sweetly seated there.   

Love hath no fire but what he steals from her bright eyes,  
Time hath no power, but that which in her pleasure lies,  
 
   

X.  
LOng have mine eyes gazed with delight conveying hopes un- to my soul in nothing happy but in sight, of her that doth my sight control, but now mine eyes, two. but now mine eyes must lose their light.  

My object now must be the air,  
To write in water words of fire,  
And teach sad thoughts how to despair,  
Dese●● must quarrel with desire  
  

For all my comfort this I prove,  
That Venus on the Sea was borne,  
If Seas be calm then doth she love,  
If storms arise I am forborn,  
   

XI.  
THough far from joy, my sorrows are as far, and I both between, not too low, nor yet too high above my reach would I be seen, happy is he that so is placed, not to be envied, not be disdained or does- graced  

The higher trees, the more storms they endure,  
Shrubs be trodden down,  
But the mean, the golden mean,  
Doth only all our fortune's crown.  
 
   

XII.  
SHall I come if I swim? wide are the waves you see, shall I come if I 〈◊〉 my deer● love to thee? streams Venus will appease, Cupid gives me wings, all the powers as- sister my desire, save you alone that set my woeful heart on fire.  

You are fair, so was Hero that in Sestos dwelled,  
She a priest, yet the heat of love truly felt,  
A greater stream than this did her love divide,  
〈◊〉 she was his guide with a light.  
   

XIII.  
Ay me that love that love should natures works accuse, where cruel Laura still her beauty views. River or cloud●● 〈◊〉, or crystal bright are all but servants of herself delight.  

Yet her deformed thoughts she cannot see,  
And that's the cause she is so stern to me,  
Virtue and duetis can no favour gain,  
A grief, ● death, ●o live an●●oue i●●●ine▪    

XIIII.  
SHall then a traitorous kiss or a smile, all my delights unhappily be- guiles shall the vow of ●ay●●● love 〈…〉 regard▪ when true service dies negle- cted and wants his due reward?  

Deeds meritorious soon be forgot,  
But one offence no time can ever blot,  
Every day it is renewed, and every night it bleeds,  
And with bloody streams of sorrow drowns all our better deeds.   

 
 
 
   

XV.  
IF I hope I pine, if I fear I faint and die, so between hope and fear I desperate lie, looking for joy 〈…〉 come but hope is blind, joy deaf, and I am dumb.  

Yet I speak and cry, but alas with words of woe,  
And joy conceives not them that murmur so,  
He that the ears of joy will ever pierce,  
Must sing glad notes, or speak in happier verse.    

XVI.  
Unless there were consent twixt hell and heaven that grace and wickedness should be combined, I cannot make thee & thy beauties even, thy face is heaven, and tor- ture in thy mind, for more than worldly bliss is in thy eye, and hellish tor- ture in thy mind doth lie.  

 
 
 
 
 
  

 
 
 
 
 
   

XVII.  
IF she for- sake me I must die, shall I tell her so. Alas then straight will she re-plie, no no no no no. If I disclose my desperate state she will but make sport thereat and more un- relenting grow.  

2  
What heart can long such pains abide,  
Fie upon this love,  
I would adventure far and wide,  
If it would remove,  
But love will still my steps pursue,  
I cannot his ways eschew,  
Thus still helpless hopes I prove.   

3  
I do my love in lines commend,  
But alas in vain,  
The costly gifts that I do find,  
she returns again,  
 
 
   

XVIII.  
WHat is a day, what is a year of vain delight and pleasure? like to a dream it endless dies, and from us like a vapour flies, and this is all the fruit that we find, which glory in worldly trea- sure,  

He that will hope for true delight,  
With virtue must be graced,  
Swee●e 〈◊〉 yields a bitter taste▪  
 
   

XIX.  
Kind in unkindness when will you relent, and cease with faint love true love to tor- meant still entertained, exclu- deed still I stand, her glove still hold, but cannot touch the hand.  

In her fair hand my hopes and comforts rest,  
O might my fortunes with that hand be blest,  
No envious breaths then my deserts could shake,  
For they are good, who such true love doth make.   

O let not beauty so forget her birth,  
That 〈◊〉 ●hould 〈◊〉 home return 〈…〉  
 
  

Love one that only lives in loving you,  
Whose wronged deserts would you with pity view,  
This strange distaste which your affections sways,  
Would relish love, and you find better days.   

Thus all my happy sight your beauty views,  
Whose 〈…〉  
 
   

XX.  
WHat then is love but mourning, what desire but a selfe-bur-ning, till she that hates doth love return, thus will I mourn, thus will I sing come away, come away, my darling.  

Beauty is but a blooming,  
Youth in his glory entombing;  
Time hath a while which none can stay,  
Then come away while thus I sing,  
Come away, come away my darling.   

Summer in winter fadeth,  
Gloomy night heavenly light shadeth,  
Like to the morn are Venus' flowers,  
Such are her ●●wers, ●h●● wi●●●●ing  
   

XXI.  
whether men do laugh or weep, whether they do wake or sleep, whether they die young or old, whether they ●ee●e heat or cold, there is 〈…〉 nothing in true earnest done.  

All our pride is but a jest,  
None are worst, and none are best,  
Grief, and joy, and hope, and fear,  
Play their Page●●●● every where.   

Powers above in clouds do sit,  
Mocking our poor apish wit,  
That so lamely with such ●●ate▪  
T●●ir ●●gh gl●ri● 〈…〉