THE FIRST book of songs or airs of four parts with tabulature for the Lute: So made that all the parts together, or either of them severally may be song to the Lute, Orpherian or Viol. de gamba. Composed by john Dowland Lutenist and bachelor of music in both the universities. Also an invention by the said Author for two to play upon one Lute. Nec prosuit domino, quae prosunt omnibus, arts. ¶ Printed by Peter Short, dwelling on Bredstreet hill at the sign of the star, 1597 come je TREWE TO THE RIGHT honourable SIR GEORGE CAREY, OF THE MOST honourable ORDER OF THE GARTER KNIGHT: Baron of Hunsdon, captain of her majesties gentlemen Pensioners, governor of the Isle of Wight, Lieutenants of the county of Southt. Lord chamberlain of her majesties most royal house, and of her highness most honourable privy counsel. THAT harmony (Right honourable) which is skilfully expressed by Instruments, albeit, by reason of the variety of number & proportion, of itself it easily stirs up the minds of the hearers to admiration & delight, yet far higher authority and power hath been ever worthily attributed to that kind of music, which to the sweetness of instrument applies the lively voice of man, expressing some worthy sentence or excellent poem. Hence (as all antiquity can witness) first grew the heavenly Art of music: for Linus, Orpheus, and the rest, according to the number and time of their poems, first framed the numbers and times of music: So that Plato defines melody to consist of harmony, number, & words; harmony naked of itself, words the ornament of harmony, number the common friend & uniter of them both. This small book containing the consent of speaking harmony, joined with the most musical instrument, the Lute, being my first labour, I have presumed to dedicate to your Lordship, who for your virtue & nobility are best able to protect it, and for your honourable favours towards me best deserving my duty and service. Besides your noble inclination and love to all good arts, and namely the divine science of music doth challenge the patronage of all learning, than which no greater title can be added to nobility. Neither in these your honours may I let pass the dutiful remembrance of your virtuous Lady my honourable mistress, whose singular graces towards me have added spirit to my unfortunate labours. What time and diligence I have bestowed in the search of music, what travel in foreign countries, what success and estimation even among strangers I have found, I leave to the report of others. Yet all this in vain, were it not that your honourable hands have vouchsafed to uphold my poor fortunes, which I now wholly recommend to your gracious protection, with these my first endeavours, humbly beseeching you to accept, and cherish them with your continued favours. Your lordship's most humble servant, john Dowland. To the courteous Reader. HOW hard an enterprise it is in this skilful and curious age to commit our private labours to the public view, mine own disability, and others hard success do too well assure me: and were it not for that love I bear to the true lovers of music, I had concealed these my first fruits, which how they will thrive with your taste I know not, howsoever the greater part of them might have been ripe enough by their age. The Courtly judgement I hope will not be severe against them, being itself a party, and those sweet springs of humanity (I mean our two famous universities) will entertain them for his sake, whom they have already graced, and as it were enfranchisd in the ingenuous profession of music, which from my childhood I have ever aimed at, sundry times leaving my native country, the better to attain so excellent a science. About sixteen years past, I traveled the chiefest parts of France, a nation furnished with great variety of music: But lately, being of a more confirmed judgement, I bent my course toward the famous provinces of Germany, where I found both excellent masters, and most honourable Patrons of music: Namely, those two miracles of this age for virtue and magnificence, Henry Julio Duke of Brunswick, and learned Maritius landgrave of Hessen, of whose princely virtues and favours towards me I can never speak sufficiently. Neither can I forget the kindness of Alexandro Horologio, a right learned master of music, servant to the royal Prince the landgrave of Hessen, and Gregorio Howet Lutenist to the magnificent Duke of Brunswick, both whom I name as well for their love to me, as also for their excellency in their faculties. Thus having spent some months in Germany, to my great admiration of that worthy country, I passed over the Alps into Italy, where I found the Cities furnished with all good arts but especially music. What favour and estimation I had in Venice, Padua, Genoa, Ferrara, Florence, & divers other places I willingly suppress, lest I should any way seem partial in mine own endeavours. Yet can I not dissemble the great content I found in the proffered amity of the most famous Luca Marenzio, whose sundry letters I received from Rome, and one of them, because it is but short, I have thought good to set down, not thinking it any disgrace to be proud of the judgement of so excellent a man. Molto Magnifico signor mio osseruandissimo. PEr una lettera del signor Alberìgo Malueziho inteso quanto con cortese affetto simostri desideroso di essermi congionto a'amicitia, dove infinitament la ringratio di questo suo buon' animo, offerendomegli all incontro se in alcuna cosa la posso servire, poi che gli meriti delle sue infinite virtù, & qualità meritano che ogni uno & me l'ammirino & osseruino, & per fine di questo le bascio le mani. Di Roma of 13. di Luglio. 1595. D. v S. Affettionatissimo seruitore, Luca Marenzio. Not to stand to long upon my travels, I will only name that worthy master Giovanni Crochio Vicemaster of the chapel of S. Marks in Venice, with whom I had familiar conference. And thus what experience I could gather abroad, I am now ready to practise at home, if I may but find encouragement in my first assays. There haubin divers Lute lessons of mine lately printed without my knowledge, false and unperfect, but I purpose shortly myself to set forth the choicest of all my Lessons in print, and also an introduction for fingering, with other books of Songs, whereof this is the first: and as this finds favour with you, so shall I be affected to labour in the rest. Farewell. john Dowland. Tho. Campiani Epigramma de instituto Authoris. Famam, posteritas quam dedit Orpheo, Dolandi meliùs Musica dat sibi, Fugaces reprimens archetypis sonos; Quas & delitias praebuit auribus, Ipsis conspicuas luminibus facit. A Table of all the Songs contained in this book. Unquiet thoughts. I Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love. II. My thoughts are winged with hopes. III. If my complaints could passions move. Four Can she excuse my wrongs with virtues cloak. V Now, O now I needs must part. Vi Dear if you change i'll never choose again. VII Burst forth my tears. VIII. Go crystal tears. IX. Thinkest thou then by thy feigning. X. Come away, come sweet love. XI. Rest a while you cruel cares. XII. Sleep wayward thoughts. XIII. All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed. XIIII. Wilt thou unkind thus reave me of my heart. XV. Would my conceit that first enforced my woe. XVI. Come again; sweet love doth now invite. XVII. His golden locks time hath to silver turned. XVIII. Awake sweet love thou art returned. XIX. Come heavy sleep. XX. Away with these self loving lads. XXI. A Galliard for two to play upon one Lute at the end of the book. I. CANTUS. Unquiet thoughts your civil slaughter stint, & wrap your wrongs with in a pensive heart: And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, & stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art: Be still for if you ever do the like, I'll cut the string, ij. that makes the hammer strike. But what can stay my thoughts they may not start, Or put my tongue in durance for to die? When as these eyes the keys of mouth and heart Open the lock where all my love doth lie; I'll seal them up within their lids for ever, So thoughts & words and looks shall die together, How shall I then gaze on my mistress eyes? My thoughts must have some vent else heart will break, My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak. Speak then and tell the passions of desire Which turns mine eyes to floods, my thoughts to fire ALTUS. Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, and wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart, and you my tongue that makes my mouth aminte, ij. and stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art, be still, ij. for if you ever do the like, I'll cut the string, ij. that makes the hammer strike. BASSUS. Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughters stint, and wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart, wrongs within a pensive heart, that makes my mouth amint to coin them words by art, ever do the like, I'll cut the string, ij. the string that makes the hammer strike. TENOR. Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, and wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart, and you my tongue, my tongue that makes my mouth amint, and stamps my thoughts, my thoughts, to coin, ij. them words by art, be still for if you ever do the like I'll cut the string, two. that makes the hammer strike. II. CANTUS. WHo ever thinks or hopes of love for love, or who beloved in Cupid's laws doth glory, who joys in vows or vows not to remove, who by this light-god hath not been made sorry: Let him see me eclipsed from my son with dark clouds of an earth: ij. Quite over run. Who thinks that sorrows felt, desires hidden, Or humble faith in constant honour armed, Can keep love from the friut that is forbidden, Who thinks that change is by entreaty charmed▪ Looking on me let him know loves delights Are treasures hid in caves, but kept by Sprights. ALTUS. WHo ever thinks or hopes of love for love, or who beloved in Cupid's laws doth glory. Who joys in vows or vows not to remove, who by this light, God hath not been made sorry: Let him see me. ij. Eclipsed from my son my son with dark clouds of an earth. ij. quite over run Quite over run. BASSUS. WHo ever thinks or hopes of love for love or who beloved in Cupid's laws doth glory, who joys in vows or vows not to remove, who by this light-god hath not been made sorry, Let him see me eclipsed from my son, with dark clouds of an earth. ij quite over run, clouds of an earth quite over run let him see. TENOR. WHo ever thinks or hopes of love for love, or who be- loved in Cupid's laws doth glory, Who joys in vows or vows not to remove, who by this light-god hath not been made sorry, Let him see me eclipsed from my son, eclipsed from my son with dark clouds of an earth▪ ij. quite over run, of an earth, quite over run. III. CANTUS. MY thoughts are winged with hops, my hops with love, mount love unto the moon in clearest night, and say as she doth in the heavens move in earth so wanes & waxeth my de- light: And whisper this but softly in her cares, hope oft doth hang the head, and trust shed tears. And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry, If for mistrust my mistress do you blame, Say though you alter, yet you do not vary, As she doth change, and yet remain the same: Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect, And love is sweetest seasned with suspect. If she for this, with clouds do mask her eyes, And make the heavens dark with her disdain, With windy sighs disperse them in the skies, Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain; Thoughts, hopes, & love return to me no more, Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before. ALTUS. MY thoughts are winged with hopes my hopes with love, mount love unto the moon, the moon in clearest night, and say as she doth in the heavens move, in earth so wanes & waxeth my delight, & whisper this but softly in her ears, hope oft doth hang the head the head and trust shed tears▪ BASSUS. MY thoughts are winged with hopes my hopes with love, mount love unto the moon in clearest night, & say as she doth in the hea- vens' move, in earth so wanes and waxeth my delight, and whisper this but softly in her ears, her ears hope oft doth hang the head, and trust and trust shed tears. TENOR. MY thoughts are winged with hopes my hopes with love, mount love unto the moon in clearest night, and say as she doth in the heavens move in earth so wanes so wanes & waxeth my delight, & whisper this ij. but softly in her ears, softly in her ears, hope oft doth hang the head, and trust shed tears. FOUR CANTUS. IF my complaints could pass- si- on's move, or make love my passions wear e- enough to prove, that my des- see wherein I suffer wrong: O love I live and die in pairs had governed me to long, thy wounds do fresh- lie bleed in thee thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks, yet thou dost me my heart for thy unkindness breaks, thou sayst thou hope when I des- pair, and when I hope thou mak'st me hope in vain▪ canst my harms repaire, yet for redress thou lettest me still come- plain. Can love be rich and yet I want, Is love my judge and yet am I condemned? Thou plenty hast, yet I dost scant, Thou made a god, and yet thy power contemned. That I do live it is thy power, That I desire it is thy worth, If love doth make men's lives too sour Let me not love, nor live henceforth: Die shall my hopes, but not my faith, That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith, I was more true to love, then love to me. ALTUS. IF my complaints could passions move, or make love see wherein I suffer wrong, my passions were enough to prove, that my despairs had governed me to long. O love I live I live and die in thee, thy grief in my deep sighs deep sighs still speaks, thy wounds do freshly freshly bleed in me, my heart for thy unkind unkindness breaks. yet thou dost hope dost hope when I despair, and when I hope thou mak'st thou mak'st me thou sayst thou canst thou canst my harms repair, yet for redress thou lettest thou lettest me hope in vain. still complain. BASSUS. IF my complaints could passions move, my passions were enough to prove, or make love see wherein I suffer wrong, that my despairs had governed me to long. O love I live and die in thee, thy grief. ij. Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me, my heart. Two. in my deep sighs still speaks, for thy unkindness breaks, and when I hope thou mak'st, ij. me yet for redress thou lettest two. me hope in vain. still complain. TENOR. IF my complaints could passions move, could passions move, or make love see wherein I my passions were e- enough to prove, enough to prove, that my despairs had governed suffer wrong, O love I live and die I live and die in thee, thy grief in my deep sighs me to long. thy wounds do freshly bleed do freshly bleed in me, my heart for thy unkind deep sighs still speaks. Yet thou dost hope when I despair, and when I hope thou mak'st me unkindness breaks. thou sayst thou canst my harms repair, yet for redress thou lettest me hope in vain. still complaline. V CANTUS. CAn she ex- cuse my wrongs with virtues cloak: Shall I call her are those clear fires which van- nish in to smoke: must I praise the good when she proves unkind. No no where shadows do for bo-dies stand, thou Mayst leaves where no fruit I find. Cold love is like to words written on sand, or to be abused if thy sight be dime. Wilt thou be thus a- bused still, seeing that bubbles which on the wa- ter swim. she will right thee never if thou canst not over come her will, thy love will be thus fruitless e- ver. Was I so base that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me, As they are high so high is my desire, If she this deny what can granted be. If she will yield to that which reason is, It is reasons will that love should be just, Dear make me happy still by granting this, Or cut of delays if that die I must. Better a thousand times to die Then for to live t●●● still tormented, Dear but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented. ALTUS. CAn she ex- cuse my wrongs with virtues cloak shall I call her good when she proves unkind. are those clear fires which vanish in to smoke, must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find. No no where shadows do where shadows do for bodies stand thou Mayst be abused abused if thy light Cold love is like to words writ like to words written on sand or to bubbles which on the water uva- be dim. Wilt thou be thus abused still, seeing that she will right thee never if thou canst not over come her ter swim. will thy love will be thus fruitless ever. BASSUS. CAn she excuse excuse my wrongs with are those clear fires clear fires which vanish virtues cloak in all I call her good when she proves into smoke must I praise the leaves where no fruit unkind, no no where shadows do for bodies I find, Cold love is like to words written on stand thou Mayst be abused if thy sight be dim. sand, or to bubbles which on the water swim. Wilt thou be thus abused still, seeing that she will right thee never if thou canst not over come her will thy love will be thus fruitless ever. TENOR. CAn she excuse my wrongs, with virtues cloak, shall I call her good when she proves unkind. are those clear fires which va- nish into smoke, must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find. No no no where shadows do for bodies for bodies stand thou Mayst be abused if thy sight thy sight Cold love love is like to words to words written on sand or to bubbles which on the water uva- be dim. Wilt thou be thus abused still, seing that she will right thee ne- ver if thou canst not o'er ter swim. come her will thy love, will be thus fruitless ever. VI CANTUS. NNow O now I needs must part, parting though I obsent while I live I needs must love, love lives not when hope is mourn, absence can no joy 'em- part, joy once fled can not return. gone, now at last despair doth prove, love de- ui- deed lo- loveth none: Sad dis- pair doth drive me hence, this despair unkindness sends. If that parting be of- fence, it is she which then of- fiends. Dear when I from thee am gone, Gone are all my joys at once, I loved thee and thee alone In whose love I joyed once: And although your sight I leave, Sight wherein my joys do lie Till that death do sense bereave, Never shall affection die. Dear if I do not return, Love and I shall die together, For my absence never mourn Whom you might have joyed ever: Part we must though now I die, Die I do to part with you, Him despair doth cause to lie, Who both lived and dieth true. ALTUS. NOw O now I needs must part, parting though I absent mourn, Absence can no joy 'em- While I live I needs must love, love lives not when hope is gone, now at last despair doth part, joy once fled can not return. Sad despair doth drive me hence, this despair unkindness sends. If prove, love de- ui- deed loveth none. that parting be offence it is she which then offends. BASSUS. NOw O now I needs must part, parting While I live I needs must love, love lives though I absence mourn, absence can no joy 'em- not when hope is gone, now at last despair doth part, joy once fled cannot return. Sad despair prove, love de- vided loveth none. doth drive me hence, me hence, this despair unkind- nes sends. If that parting be offence it is she which then offends. TENOR. NOw O now I needs must part, parting though I absent mourn, absence can no joy 'em- While I live I needs must love, love lives not when hope is gone, now at last despair doth part, joy once fled can not return. Sad despair doth drive me hence, this despair despair unkindness prove, love divided loveth none. sends. If that parting be of- fence, it is she which then offends. VII. CANTUS. Dear if you change i'll never choose again, sweet if you shrink I'll never think of love, fair if you fail, i'll judge all beauty vain, wise if to weak more wits i'll never prove. Dear, sweet, fair, wise, change shrink nor be not weak, and on my faith, my faith shall ne- ver break. Earth with her flowers shall sooner heaven adorn, Heaven her bright stars through earth's dim globe shall move, Fire heat shall lose and frosts of flames be borne, Air made to shine as black as hell shall prove: Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transformed shall view, ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you. ALTUS. Dear if you change i'll never choose again, sweet if you shrink you shrink i'll never think of love, fair if you fail, you fail i'll judge all beauty vain, wise if to weak to weak more wits more wits i'll never prove, dear sweet. Dear, sweet, fair, wise, change, shrink, nor be not weak, and on my faith, ij. my faith shall never break. BASSUS. DEar if you change i'll never choose a- gain, sweet if you shrink, you shrink I'll ne- ver think of love, fair if you fail I'll judge all beauty vain, wise, if to weak more wits i'll never prove, dear, sweet, fair, wise, ij. change, shrink nor be not weak, and on my faith, my faith shall never break. TENOR. Dear if you change i'll never choose again, sweet if you shrink, you shrink i'll never think of love, fair if you fail i'll judge all beauty vain, wise if to weak more wits I'll never prove more wits, i'll ne- ver prove, dear, sweet, fair, wise, two. change shrink nor be not weak, and on my faith my faith shall ne- ver break. VIII. CANTUS. BVrst ij. forth my tears assist my forward grief, And show what pain im-perious love provokes: Kind tender lambs lament loves scant relief, and pine, since pensive care my freedom yokes. O pine to see me pine ij. my tender flocks. Sad pining care that never may have peace, At beauty's gate in hope of pity knocks: But mercy sleeps while deep disdain increase, And beauty hope in her fair bosom yokes, O grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks. Like to the winds my sighs have winged been, Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks, I plead, yet she repineth at my teen: O ruthless rigour harder the the rocks, That both the shepherd ki●s, & his poor flocks? ALTUS. BVrst, burst forth my tears assist my forward grief, And show what pain ij. imperious love provoaks: ij. Kind tender lambs, lafoy- ment ij. loves scant relief, And pine since pensive care my freedom yokes: ij. O pine to see me pine, O pine to see me pine, to see me pine my tender flocks. O pine. BASSUS. BVrst forth: And show what pain imperious love two. Provoaks: Kind tender lambs lament loves scant relief, and pine since pensive care my freedom my freedom yokes, O pine to see me pine, to see me pine my tender my tender flocks. TENOR. BVrst, ij. forth my tears assist, assist my forward grief, And show what pain, pain, imperious love provoaks: ij. Kind tender lambs lament ij. loves scant relief, re- lief. And pine since pensive care, since pensive care my free- doom yokes, O pine to see me pine, to see me pine, O pine to see me pine my tender flocks. IX. CANTUS. GO crystal tears, like to the morning showers, & sweetly weep in to thy Lady's breast, and as the dews revive the dropping flowers, so let your drops of pity be addressed: To quicken up the thoughts of my desert, which sleeps to sound whilst I from her depart. Hast hapless sighs and let your burning breath Dissolve the Ice of her indurate heart, Whose frozen rigour like forgetful death, Feels never any touch of my desert: Yet sighs and tears to her I sacryfise, Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes. ALTUS. GO crystal tears like to the morning showers, and sweetly weep in to thy Lady's breast, & as the dews revives the dropping flowers, so let your drops of pity be addressed, to quicken up the thoughts of my desert, which sleeps too sound whilst I from her, from her depart, from her depart. To quicken BASSUS. GO crystal tears: And sweetly weep in to thy ladies breast, and as the dews revive the dropping flowers, so let your drops of pity be addressed, addressed: To quicken up the thoughts of my desert, which sleeps too sound whilst I from her departed, from her depart. TENOR. GO crystal tears like to the morning showers and sweetly weep in to thy ladies breast, and ij. as the dews revive the drooping flowers, so let your drops of pity be addressed: to quicken up the thoughts, the thoughts of my desert, which sleeps too sound, whilst I from her, from her, depart, ij. from her depart, to quicken. X. CANTUS. Thinkest thou then by thy feigning, sleep with a proud Or with thy crafty closing, thy cruel eyes dis- daining, To drive me from thy sight, when sleep yields more delight, such reposing, and while sleep feigned is, may not I steal a kiss, thy harmless beauty gracing. quiet arms embracing. O that thy sleep dissembled, Were to a trance resembled, Thy cruel eyes deceiving, Of lively sense bereaving; Then should my love requite Thy loves unkind despite, While fury triumphed boldly In beauties sweet disgrace: And lived in deep embrace. Of her that loved so couldly. Should then my love aspiring, Forbidden joys desiring: So far exceed the duty That virtue owes to beauty? No, love seek not thy bliss, Beyond a simple kiss, For such deceits are harmless, Yet kiss a thousand fold, For kisses may be bold When lovely sleep is armlesse. ALTUS. Thinkest thou then by thy fai-ning sleep with a proud disdaining, to drive Or with thy crafty clo- sing thy cru- elleies reposing, and while me from thy sight, when sleep yields more delight, such harmless beauty gracing. sleep feigned is, may not I steal a kiss, thy qui-et arms embracing? BASSUS. Thinkest thou then by thy feigning, Or with thy crafty closing, sleep with a proud disdaining, to drive thy cru- el eyes reposing, and while me from thy sight, when sleep yields more de- sleep feigned is, may not I steal a light, such harmless beauty gracing. kiss, thy qui- et arms embracing. TENOR. Thinkest thou then by thy feigning, sleep with a proud disdaining, to drive me from thy Or with thy crafty closing, thy cru- el eyes reposing, & while sleep feigned sight, when sleep yields more delight, such harmless beauty gracing. is, may not I steal a kiss, thy qui- et arms embracing. XI. CANTUS. COme away, come sweet love, The golden morning breaks All the earth, all the air Of love and pleasure speaks, Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet rosy lips to kiss, And mix our Eyes were made for beauty's grace, viewing ru-ing love long pains, procured by soul's in mutual bliss. beauty's rude disdain. Come away come sweet love, The golden morning wastes, While the son from his sphere, His fiery arrows casts: Making all the shadows fly, Playing, staying in the grove, To entertain the stealth of love, Thither sweet love let us high, Flying, dying, in desire, Winged with sweet hopes and heavenly fire. Come away, come sweet love, Do not in vain adorn, Beauty's grace that should rise, Like to the naked morn: Lilies on the rivers side, And fair Cyprian flowers new blown, Desire no beauties but their own, Ornament is nurse of pride, Pleasure, measure, loves delight, Hast then sweet love our wished flight. ALTUS. COme away, come sweet love, the golden morning breaks. Teach thine arms then All the earth all the air, of love and pleasure speaks. Eyes were made for to embrace, And sweet rosy lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual bliss. beauty's grace, view- ing ru- ing love long pains, procured by beauties rude disdain. BASSUS. COme away, come sweet love the All the earth, all the air of goul- den morning breaks. Teach thine Love and pleasure speaks. Eyes were arms then to embrace, And sweet rosy made for beauty's grace, viewing ruing lips to kiss, And mix our souls in Love long pains, procured by beouties mutual bliss. rude disdain. TENOR. COme away, come sweet love, the golden morning breaks. Teach thine arms then All the earth, all the air, of love and pleasure speaks. Eyes were made for to embrace, And sweet rosy lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual bliss. beauty's grace, view- ind ruing love long pains, procured by beauties rude disdain. XII. CANTUS. REst a while you cruel cares, be not more severe than love beauty kills & beauty spares, & sweet smiles sad sighs remove: Laurae fair queen, of my delight, Come grant me love in loves despite, and if I ever fail to honour thee▪ Let this heaven- lie sight I see, be as dark as hell to me. If I speak my words want wait, Am I mute, my heart doth break, If I sigh she fears deceit, Sorrow then for me must speak: Cruel, unkind, with favour view, The wound that first was made by you: And if my torments feigned be, Let this heavenly light I see, Be as dark as hell to me. Never hour of pleasing rest, Shall revive my dying ghost, Till my soul hath repossessed, The sweet hope which love hath lost: Laura redeem the soul that dies, By fury of thy murdering eyes, And if it proves unkind to thee, Let this heavenly light I see, Be as dark as hell to me. ALTUS. REst a while you cruel cares, be not more severe than love, beauty kills and beauty spares, and sweet smiles sad sighs remove, Laura fair Queen of my de- light, come grant me love in loves de-spite, and if I ever fail to honour thee, let this heavenly light I see, be as dark as hell to me. BASSUS. REst a while you cruel cares, be not more severe than love, beauty kills & beauty spares, & sweet smiles sad sighs re- move, Laura fair queen of my delight, come grant me love in loves despite, and if I ever fail to honour thee, let this heavenly light I see, be as dark as hell to me. TENOR. REst a while you cru- ell cares, be not more severe than love, beauty kills and beauty spares, and sweet smiles sad sighs remove, Laura fair Queen of my delight, come grant me love, in loves de-spite, and if I ever fail to honour thee, let this heavenly light I see, be as dark as hell to me. XIII. CANTUS. SLeep wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love, Let not Touch not proud hands, lest you her an- her move, But pine my love, be with my love dis- eased. Thus wile she sleeps I sorrow for yond with my longings long displeased. her sake, So sleeps my love, and yet my love doth wake. But o the fury of my restless fear, The hidden anguish of my flesh desires, The glories and the beauties that appear, Between her brows near Cupid's closed fires Thus while she sleeps moves sighing for her sake So sleeps my love and yet my love doth wake. My love doth rage, and yet my love doth rest, Fear in my love, and yet my love secure, Peace in my love, and yet my love oppressed, Impatient yet of perfect temprature, Sleep dainty love, while I sigh for thy sake, So sleeps my love, and yet my love doth wake. ALTUS. Sleep wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love, let not my love be with my Touch not proud hands, lest you her an- her move, but pine you with my longing love diseased, Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake, so sleeps my love, ij. and yet long displeased, and yet my love doth wake. BASSUS. Sleep wayward thoughts and rest Touch not proud hands lest you you with my love, let not my love be with my her anger move, but pine you with my long love diseased, Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for long displeased, her sake, so sleeps my love, so sleeps my love, and yet my love doth wake. TENOR. SLeep wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love, let not my love be with my love Touch not proud hands, lest you her anger move, But pine you with my long long diseased, Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake, so sleeps my love, ij. and yet ij. displeased, my love doth wake. XIIII. CANTUS. ALL ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed, All ye that dream of bliss but live in grief, all ye whose hopes are ever- more delayed, all ye whose sighs ij. or sickness wants relief: Lend ears and tears to me most hapless man, that sings my sorrewes ij. like the dying swan. Care that consumes the heart with inward pain, Pain that presents sad care in outward view, Both tyrant like enforce me to complain, But still in vain, for none my plaints will rue, Tears, sighs, and ceaseless cries alone I spend, My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end. ALTUS. ALl ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed, betrayed, all ye that dream of bliss but live in grief, are evermore delayed, All ye whose sighs, ij. or sickness wants relief, lend ears and tears, ij. to me most hapless man, that sings my sorrows sorrows, my sorrows, like the dying Swan. BASSUS. ALl ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed, but live in grief, ye whose hopes are evermore delayed, all ye whose sighs whose sighs or sickness wants relief, lend ears and tears, ij. ij. to me, ij. most hapless man, that sings my sorrows, my sorrows like the dying Swan. TENOR. ALl ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed, All ye that dream of bliss but live in grief, in grief, all ye whose hopes are evermore, evermore delayed, delayed, all ye whose sighs or sickness wants relief, lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man, most hapless man that sings my sorrows sorrows, my sorrows, like the dying swan. XV. CANTUS. will'lt thou unkind thus reave me of my heart, two. and so leave me: two. Farewell two. but yet or ere I part (O cruel) kiss me sweet two. Sweet my jewel. 2 Hope by disdain grows cheerless fear doth love, love doth fear, beauty peerless. Farewell. 3 If no delays can move thee, life shall die, death shall live still to love thee. Farewell. 4 Yet be thou mindful ever, heat from fire, fire from heat none can sever, Farewell. 5 True love cannot be changed, though delight from desert be estranged. Farewell. ALTUS. will'lt thou unkind unkind thus reave me of my heart, two: and so leave me, farewell, two. but yet or ere I part (o cruel) kiss me sweet, two. sweet my jewel. BASSUS. will'lt thou unkind thus reave me of my heart, two. and so leave me, farewell, two. but yet or ere I part (o cruel) kiss me, two. sweet my jewel. TENOR. will'lt thou unkind thus reave me of my heart, ij. ij. and so leave me, ij. farewell, ij. but yet or ere I part (o cruel) kiss me, two. sweet my jewel. XVI. CANTUS. WOuld my conceit that first enforced my woe, or else mine eyes which still the same increase, might be extinct, to end my sorrows so which now are such as no- thing can release: Whose life is death, whose sweet each change of sour and eke whose hell renueth every hour. Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry, Each hour I wast and whither where I sit, But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die, My hope alas may not enjoy it yet, Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss, Which unto all save me allotted is. To all save me is free to live or die, To all save me remaineth hap or hope, But all perforce, I must abandon I, Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope, Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust, But to my thralls I yield, for so I must. ALTUS. WOuld my conceit, that first enforced my woe, or else mine eyes which still the same increase, still the same increase, might be extinct to end my sore- rows, so which now are such, are such as nothing can release, whose life is death, whose sweet each change of sour, and eke whose hell reneweth every hour. BASSUS. AOuld my conceit that first enforced my woe, or else mine eyes which still the same increase, which now are such as nothing nothing can release, whose life is death and eke whose hell, whose hell reneweth every hour. TENOR. WOuld my conceit that first enforced my woe, or else the same which still which still the same increase, the same increase, might be extinct extinct to end my sorrows, so which now are such as nothing can release, whose life is death, ij. death, whose sweet each change each change of sour, and eke whose hell, whose hell renueth eve- ry hour. XVII. CANTUS. COme again: sweet love doth now invite, thy gra- ces that refrain, to do me due de- light, to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, with thee again in sweetest simpha- thy. 2 Come again that I may cease to mourn, Through thy unkind disdain, For now left and forlorn: I sit, I sigh, I weep, I feigned, I die, In deadly pain, and endless misery. 1 All the day the sun that lends me shine, By frowns do cause me pine, And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow, Her frowes the winters of my woe: 2 All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams, My eyes are full of streams, My heart takes no delight: To see the fruits and joys that some do find, And mark the storms are me asignd, 3 Out alas, my faith is ever true, Yet will she never rue, Nor yield me any grace: Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, Whom tears nor truth may once invade. 4 Gentle love draw forth thy wounding dart, Thou canst not pierce her heart, For I that do approve: By sighs and teares more hot than arethy shafts: Did tempt while she for triumphs laughs▪ ALTUS. COme again: sweet love doth now invite, thy gra- ces that refrain, to do me due delight, to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, ij. with thee again in sweetest simphathy. BASSUS. COme again: sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrain, to do me due delight, to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss to die, ij. with thee again in sweetest sympathy. TENOR. COme again, sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrain, to do me due delight to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, ij. with thee again, ij. in sweetest sympathy: XVIII. CANTUS. HIs golden locks time hath to silver turned, O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing, his youth 'gainst time & age hath ever spurned, but spurned in vain, youth waneth by increasing: beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen, Duty, Faith, love are roots and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers sonnets turn to holy psalms: A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers which are ages alms, But though from court to cottage he depart His saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely Cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song, Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Cursed be the soul that think her any wrong: Gods allow this aged man his right, To be your beadsman now that was your knight. ALTUS. HIs golden locks time hath to silver to silver turned, O time to swift, O swift- nes never ceasing, his youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, but spurned, in vain, youth waineth, waineth, by increasing, beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen, duty, ij faith, love, are roots and ever green. BASSUS. HIs golden locks time hath to silver turned, O time to swift, O swiftness ne- ver ceasing, his youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, but spurned in vain, youth waineth by increasing: beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading, seen, duty, faith love are roots and ever green. TENOR. HIs golden locks time hath to silver turned, O, O time to swift, ij. O swift- nes never ceasing, his youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, but spurned in vain, youth waineth by increasing, beauty strength youth are flowers, but fading seen, duty, faith, love are roots and ever green. XIX. CANTUS. AWake sweet love thou art returned, my heart which long in Let love which never ab-sent dies, now live for ever absence mourned lives now in per-fect joy, only herself hath see-med in her eyes when came my first annoy, despair did make me wish to fair, she only I could love, she only drove me to despair when she unkind did prove. die that I my joys migyt end, she only which did make me fly my state may now a-mend. If she esteem thee now ought worth, She will not grieve thy love henceforth, Which so despair hath proved, Despair hath proved now in me, That love will not unconstant be, Though long in vain I loved. If she at last reward thy love. And all thy harms repair, Thy happiness will sweeter prove, Raised up from deep despair. And if that now thou welcome be, When thou with her dost meet, She all this while but played with thee: To make thy joys more sweet. ALTUS. AWake sweet love thou art returned, my heart which long in absence mourned, Let love which never absent dies, now live for ever in her eyes, lives now, lives now in perfect joy, Only herself, herself hath seemed fair, she only I could whence came, whence came my first annoy, despair did make, did make me wish to die, that I my joys might love, I could love, she only drove me to despair when she unkind did prove. end, joys might end, she only which did make me fly, my state may now amend, BASSUS. AWake sweet love thou art returned, Let love which never absent dies, my heart which long in absence mourned, lives now live for ever in her eyes, whence now in perfect joy, Only herself hath came my first annoy, despair did make me seemed fair, she only I could love, she only wish to die, that I my joys might end, she only drove me to despair, when she unkind did which did make me fly, my state may now a- prove. mend. TENOR. AWake sweet love thou art returned, my heart which long in absence mourned, lives Let love which never absent dies, now live for ever in her eyes, whence now in perfect joy, Only herself, herself hath seemed fair, she only I could love, she only came my first annoy, despair did make, did make me wish to die, that I my joys might end, she only drove me to despair when she unkind did prove. which did make me fly, my state may now amend. XX. CANTUS. COme heavy sleep, the Image of true death: And close up these my weary weeping eyes, whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath, And tears my heart with sorrows sight swollen cries. Com & possess my tired thoughts, worn soul, that living dies, ij. ij. till thou one me bestoule. Come shadow of my end: and shape of rest, Allied to death, child to this black fast night, Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast, Whose waking fancies doth my mind affright. O come sweet sleep, come or I did for ever, Come ere my last sleep, comes or come never. ALTUS. COme heavy sleep, the image of true death, and close up these my weary weary weeping eyes, whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath, and tears my heart with sorrows sigh swollen cries, Come and possess my tired thoughts, worn soul that living dies, ij. till thou one me one me bestoule, BASSUS. COme heavy sleep, the image of true death, and close up these my weary we- weeping eyes, whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath, and tears, ij. my heart with sorrows sigh swollen cries, Come and pos- sesse my tired thoughts worn soul, that living dies, ij. till thou, ij on me, on me bestoule. TENOR. COme heavy sleep, heavy sleep, the image of true death, and close up these, my weary, ij. weeping eyes, whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath, & tears my heart with sorrows, sigh swollen cries, come and possess my tired thoughts worn soul, that living dies two. till thou one me one me bestoule. XXI. CANTUS. AWay with these self loving lads, whom Cupid's arrow never glads: away poor souls that sigh & weep in love of them that lie & sleep, For Cupid is a medooe god, & forceth none to kiss the rod. 2 God Cupid's shaft like destiny, Doth either good or ill decree: Desert is borne out of his bow, Reward upon his feet doth go, What fools are they that have not known That love likes no laws but his own? 3 My song they be of Cyntihas praise, I wear herrings on holidays, On every tree I writ her name, And every day I read the same: Where honour, Cupid's rival is, There miracles are seen of his▪ 4 If Cynthia crave her ring of me, I blot her name out of the tree, If doubt do darken things held dear, Then well far nothing once a year: For many run, but one must win, Fools only hedge the Cuckoo in. 5 The worth that worthiness should move Is love, which is the bow of love, And love as well the foster can, As can the mighty nobleman: Sweet Saint, 'tis true you worthy be, Yet without love nought worth to me. ALTUS. AWay with these self loving lads, whom Cupid's arrow never glads, away poor souls that sigh and weep in love of those that lie and sleep, for Cupid is a meadow God, and forceth none to kiss the rod. BASSUS. AWay with these self loving lads whom Cupid's arrow never glads, Away poor souls that sigh and weep in love of those that lie and sleep, for Cupid is a meadow God, and forceth none to kiss the rod. TENOR. Away with these self loving lads, whom Cupid's arrow never glads A- way poor souls that sigh and weep in love, of those that lie and sleep, for Cupid is a me- dow god, and forceth none to kiss the rod. My Lord Chamberlain his galliard. CANTUS. BASSUS.