Psal. 150. Praise GOD upon the Lute and Vi- ol. THE SECOND book of Songs or airs, of 2. 4. and 5. parts: With tabulature for the Lute or Orpherian, with the viol de Gamba. Composed by JOHN DOWLAND bachelor of music, and Lutenist to the King of Denmark: Also an excellent lesson for the Lute and Base Viol, called Dowlands adieu. Published by George Eastland, and are to be sold at his house near the green Dragon and Sword, in Fleetstreet. LONDON: Printed by Thomas Este, the assign of Thomas Morley. 1600. TO THE RIGHT honourable the Lady Lucy Comptesse of BEDFORD. EXcellent Lady: I send unto your La: from the Court of a foreign Prince, this volume of my second labours: as to the worthiest patroness, of music: which is the Noblest of all Sciences: for the whole frame of Nature, is nothing but harmony, as well in souls, as bodies: And because I am now removed from your sight, I will speak boldly, that your La: shall be unthankful to Nature herself, if you do not love, & defend that Art, by which, she hath given you so well tuned a mind. Your ladyship hath in yourself, an excellent agreement of many virtues, of which: though I admire all, Yet I am bound by my profession, to give especial honour, to your knowledge of music: which in the judgement of ancient times, was so proper an excellency to women, that the Muses took their name from it, and yet so rare, that the world durst imagine but nine of them. I most humby beseech your La: to receive this work, into your favour: and the rather, because it cometh far to begit, of you. From Helsingnoure in Denmark the first of June. 1600. Your ladyships in all humble devotion: john Dowland. A. ij. To the right Noble and virtuous Lady, Lucy Comptesse of BEDFORD. G. Eastland. To I. Dowlands Lute. LVte arise and charm the air, until a thousand forms she bear, conjure them all that they repair, Into the circles of her ear, ever to dwell in concord there, By this thy tunes may have access, even to her spirit whose flowering treasure, Doth sweetest harmony express, Filling all ears and hearts with pleasure On earth, observing heavenly measure, Right well can she Judge and defend them, Doubt not of that for she can mend them. To the courteous Reader. GEntlemen, if the consideration of mine own estate, or the true worth of money, had prevailed with me, above the desire of pleasuring you, and showing my love to my friend, this second labours of Master Dowland, (whose very name is a large preface of commendations to the book,) had for ever lain hid in darkness, or at the least frozen in a cold and foreign country. I assure you that both my charge and pains in publishing it, hath exceeded ordinary, yet thus much I have to assure me of requital, that neither the work is ordinary nor are your judgements ordinary to whom I present it, so that I have no reason but to hope for good increase in my labours, especially of your good favours toward me, which of all things I most esteem. Which if I find in this, I mean shortly (God willing) to set at liberty for your service, a prisoner taken at Cales, who if he discovers not something (in matter of music) worthy your knowledge, let the reputation of my judgement in music answer it. In the mean time, I commend my absent friend to your remembrance, and myself to your favourable conceits. George Eastland. From my house near the green Dragon and sword in Fleetstreet. A TABLE OF ALL the Songs contained in this book. Songs to two voices. I saw my Lady weep: I Flow my tears fall from your springs: two Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant tears: III die not before thy day: IIII Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled: V times eldest son, old age the heir of ease: First part. VI Then sit thee down, & say thy Nunc demittis: Second part. VII When others sings Venite exultemus: Third part. VIII Songs to 4. voices. Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit: IX O sweet woods, the delight of solitarienesse: X If floods of tears could cleanse my follies past: XI Fine knacks for Ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new: XII Now cease my wandering eyes: XIII Come ye heavy states of night: XIIII White as lilies was her face: XV Woeful heart with grief oppressed: XVI A shepherd in a shade his plaining made: XVII Faction that ever dwells in court: XVIII Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace: XIX Finding in fields my Silvia all alone: XX Songs to 5. voices. Clear or cloudy sweet as April showering: XXI Humour say what mak'st thou here: XXII FINIS. I. CANTO. To the most famous, Anthony Holborn. I Saw my Lady weep, and for- row proud to be advanced so: in those fair eyes, ij. where all perfections keep, her face was full of woe, full ofwoe, but such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts, than mirth can do, with her, ij. ti-cing sing parts. Sorrow was there made fair, And passion wise, ears a delightful thing, Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare, She made her sighs to sing, And all things with so sweet a sadness move, As made my heart at once both grieve and love. O fairer than aught else, The world can show, leave of in time to grieve, Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels, Tears kills the heart believe, O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow. I. CANTO. To the most famous, Anthony Holborn. I saw my Lady weep, two. ij. ij. and sorrow proud, to be advanced so, in those fair eyes, ij. Where all perfections keep: her face was full full of woe, But such a woe, as wins more hearts, Then mirth can do, with her enticing parts. II. CANTO. Lacrime: FLow my tears fall from your springs, exiled for e- ver: Let me Down vain lights shine you no more, No nights are dark e- enough for morn where nights black bird her sad infamy sings, there let me live for- lost. those that in dis- pair their last fortunes deplore, light doth but shame dis- close. Never may my woes be re-lieved, since pit- tie is fled, and tears, and sighs, and groans From the highest spire of contentment, my for- tune is thrown, and fear, and grief, and pain my weary days, ij. of all joys here de-pri-ved- ve. for my de-serts, ij. are my hopes since hope is gone. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, learn to contemn light, happy, happy they ☞ ☞ ☞ that in hell feel not the worlds des- pite. ☞ II. BASSO. LACRIME. FLow tears from your springs, Ex- I'd for e- for let me mourn: where Down lights shine no more, no night is dark enough for those: that night's black bird her sad in- fa- mies sings, there let me live forlorn. in does- pair their fortunes de-plore, light doth but shame disclose. Ne- ver may my woes, my woes, be rely- ve, since pitt'is fled: and tears, and From the high-est spire, highest spire of contentment, my fortunes thrown, and fear, and sighs, and groans, my wea-ry days, ij. all joys have deprived. Hark that in grief, and pain, for my de-serts, ij. are hopes, hope is gone. darkness dwell, learn to contemn light, Happy: ij. they that in hell feel not the world's despite. III. CANTO. SOrrow sorrowstay, lend true repentant tears, to a woeful, ij. Wretched wight, hence, ij. dis- pair with thy tor- menting fears: do not, O do not my heart poor heart affright, pity, ij. ij. ij, ij, ij, help now or never, mark me not to endless pain, ij. a- las I am condemned, ij. I am condemned ever, nohope, no help, there doth re-maine, but down, down, down, down I fall, ij. Down ☞ ☞ ☞ and arise, ij. I ne- for shall, but down, down, down ☞ down, I fall, ij. Down and a- rise, ij. I ne- for shall. III. BASSO. SOrrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant tears, lend true repentant repentant tears, to a woeful woeful wretched wight: Hence hence despair, with thy tormenting fears, ij. Oh do not my poor heart my poor heart affright: pity pity help now or never, mark me not to endless pain, ij. Alas I am condemned, condemned ever: ij. I am condemned ever, no hope no help there doth remain, but down d. d. d. d. I fall, but down d. d. d. d. d. I fall, down & arise, down and a- rise, a- rise I never shall, but down d. d. d. d. I fall, but down d. d. d. d. d. I fall, down & arise, down & a- rise, a- rise, arise, ij. ij. ij. I. never shall. FOUR CANTO. die not be- fore thy day, poor poor man condemned, But life thy low looks, ij. from the humble earth, kiss not despair & see sweet hope con-temned: The hag hath no delight, but moan but moan for mirth, O fie poor fond▪ lings, ij. fie fie be willing, to pre- serve thyself from killing: Hope thy keeper glad to free thee, Bids thee go and will not see thee, ☞ ☞ ☞ high thee quickly from thy wrong, so she ends her willing song. ☞ FOUR BASSO. die not before thy day poor man condéned, but lift thy low looks ij. thy looks from t'humble earth, kiss not despair & see sweet hope cótemned: The hag hath no delight but moan but moan for mirth, O fie O fie fie poor fondling fie fie be willing, to preserve thyself from killing, Hope hope thy keeper is glad for to free thee, and bids thee go and will not see thee, high thee quickly from thy wrong, so she ends her willing song. V CANTO. mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled, what heaven then governs earth, o none, but hell in heavens stead, chokes with his mists our mirth. Mourn mourn, look now for no more day nor night, but that from hell, Then all must as they may in darkness learn to dwell. But yet this change, must needs change our delight, that thus the sun, ij. the Sun should harbour with the night. V BASSO. mourn days with darkness fled, What heaven then governs earth, O none but hell in heavens stead, Chokes with his mists our mirth. Mourn look now for no more day, nor night but that from hell, Then all must as they may, In darkness learn to dwell, But yet this change, this change, must change must change delight, That thus the sun should harbour with the night. VI CANTO. time's eldest son, old age the heir of ease, Strengths foe, loves woe, and foster to devotion, bids gallant youths in marshal prows please, as for himself, he hath no earth-ly motion, But thinks sighs, tears, vows, prayers, and sa- cri-fi-ces, As good as shows, masks, jousts, or tilt de-vi-ces. But thinks. ¶ First part. Vi BASSO. time's eldest son old age old age the heir of ease, strengths foe, loves woe and foster to devotion: Bids gallant youths in martial prows please, as for him self he hath no earthly motion, but thinks but thinks sighs tears, vows, prayers, and sacrifices, as good as shows, masks, justs, or Tilt devices. But thinks: VII. CANTO. Second part. THen sit thee down, and say thy Nune Demittis, with De profundis, Credo, and Te Deum, Chant Mise-re-re for what now so fit is, as that, or this, Paratum est cor meum, O that thy Saint would take in worth thy heart, thou canst not please her with a better part. O that thy VII. BASSO. Second part. THen sit thee down and say thy Nunc demittis with De profundis, Credo, and Te deum, chant Mi-serere, for what now so fit is, as that or this, Paratum est cor meum, O that thy Saint would take in worth thy heart, thou canst not please her with a better part. O that thy VIII. CANTO. Third part. WHen others sings Venite exultemus, stand by and turn to Noli emulari, For quare fremu- erunt use oremus vivat E- li-za, Vi- vat E- li- za, Foran ave mari, and teach those swains that lives about thy cell, to say A- men A- men when thou dost pray so well. Hear endeth the Songs of two parts, VIII. BASSO. Third part. WHen others sings Venite venite exul- temus, stand by and turn to noli to noli emu-lari, for quare fremuerunt use Oremus, Vi- vat E- li- za, Vi- vat E- li- za for an ave Mari, and teach those swains that lives a- 'bout thy cell: to sing A- men A- men, when thou dost pray so well. Hear endeth the songs of two parts. IX. CANTO. PRaise blindnesseeys, for see-ing is deceit, be dumb vain tongue, words are but flattering winds, break heart & bleed for there is no receipt, to purge in-constancy from most men's lenvoy: minds. And so I wackt amazed and could not move, I know my dream was lenvoy: true, and yet I love. And if thine ears false heralds to thy heart, Convey into thy head hopes to obtain, Then tell thy hearing thou art deaf by art, Now love is art that wont to be plain, Now none is bald except they see his brains, Affection is not known till one be dead, Reward for love are labours for his pains, loves quiver made of gold his shafts of lead. And so I wackt, etc. IX. ALTO. PRaise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit, be dumb vain tongue, words are but flattering winds, lenvoy: break heart & bleed, for there is no receipt, to purge inconstancy, from most men's minds. And so I wackt amazed and could not move, I know my dream was true and yet I love. IX. BASSO. PRaise blindness eyes for seeing is deceit, be dumb vain tongue words are but flattering winds, break heart and bleed for there is no receipt, lenvoy: to purge inconstancy from most men's minds. And so I wackt a- mazed and could not move, I know my dream was true, and yet I love. IX. TENORE. PRaise blindness eyes for seeing is deceit, be dumb vain tongue, words are but flattering winds, lenvoy: break heart & bleed, for there is no receipt, to purge inconstancy from most men's minds. And so I wackt amazed and could not move, I know my dream my dream was true and yet I love. X. CANTO. To Master Hugh Holland. O Sweet woods the de- light of so- li- ta- ri- nesse, O how much do I love your so- li- ta- ri- resse. From fame's desire, from loves delight retired, In these sad groves an hermit's life I led, And those false pleasures which I once add- mired, With sad remembrance of my fall, ij I diead, To birds, to trees, to earth, in- part I this, For she less see- cret, and as sense- less is. Experience which repentance only brings, Doth bid me now my heart from love estrange, Love is disdained when it doth look at Kings, And love lo placed base and apt to change: There power doth rake from him his liberty, Her want of worth makes him in cradle die. O sweet woods, etc. O how much, etc. You men that give false worship unto love, And seek that which you never shall obtain, The endless work of Sisyphus you procure, Whole end is this to know you strive in vain, Hope and desire which now your Idols be, You needs must lose and feel despair with me. O sweet woods, etc. O how much, etc. You woods in you the fairest nymphs have walked, Nymphs at whose sight all hearts did yield to love, You woods in whom dear lovers oft have talked, How do you now a place of mourning prove, Wansted my mistress saith this is the doom, Thou art loves Childbed, Nursery, and tomb. O sweet woods, etc. O how much, etc. X. ALTO. O Sweet woods sweet woods the delight of solitariness, O how much do I love your solitariness. From fame's desire, from loves delight retired, in these sad groves an hermit's life I led, I led, and those, ij. false pleasures which I once admired, with sad remembrance of my fall, ij. I dread, to birds, to trees, to earth, ij. impart I this, for she less secret & as senseless is. X. BASSO. To Master Hugh Holland. O How much do I love your so- li- ta-rinesse. From fame's desire, from loves delight retired, In those sad groves an hermit's life I led, I led, And these false pleasures which I once admired, With sad remembrance of my fall, ij I dread, to birds, to trees, to earth, ij. impart I this, For she less secret and as senseless is. X. TENORE. O Sweet woods the delight of solitariness, O how much do I love your solitari- nesse. From fame's desire, from loves delight retired, in these sad groves an hermit's life I led, I led, and those false pleasures which I once admired, with sad remembrance of my fall, ij. I dread, to birds, to trees, to earth, ij. impart I this, for she less secret and as senseless senseless is. XI. CANTO. IF floods of tears could cleanse my follies past, And smokes of sighs might sa- cri- fice for sin, If groaning cries might salve my fault at last, Or endless moan, for error pardon win, Then would I cry, weep, sigh, and ever moan, mine er-rors , fault, sins, follies past and gone. I see my hopes must whither in their bud, I see my favours are no lasting flowers, I see that words will breed no better good, Then loss of time and lightning but at hours, Thus when I see then thus I say therefore, That favours hopes and words, can blind no more▪ XI. ALTO. IF floods of tears could cleanse my follies past, and smokes of sighs might sacrifice for sin, If groaning cries might salve my fault at last, or endless moan for error pardon win, Then would I cry, weep, sigh and ever moan, mine errors fault, errors fault, sins follies past and gone. XI. BASSO. IF floods of tears could cleanse my follies past, & smokes of sighs might sacrifice for sin, if groaning cries might salve my fault at last, or endless moan for error pardon win, Then would I cry, weep, sigh and ever moan, mine errors ij. faults, sins follies past and gone. XI. TENORE. IF floods of tears could elense my follies past, And smokes of sighs might sacrifice for sin, If groaning cries might salve my fault at last, Or endless moan for error pardon win, Then would I cry, weep, sigh, and ever moan, Mine errors, ij. faults, sins, sins, follies past and gone. XII. CANTO. FIne knacks for ladies, cheap choice brave and new, Good pennyworths but money cannot move, I keep a fair but for the fair to view, a beggar may be liberal of love, Though all my wares be trash the heart is true, the heart is true, the heart is, true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again, My trifles come, as treasures from my mind, It is a precious jewel to be plain, Sometimes in shell th'orienst pearls we find, Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain, Of me a grain, Of me a grain. Within this pack pings points laces & gloves, And divers toys fitting a country fair, But my heart where duty serves and loves, Turtles & twins, courts brood, a heavenly payer, Happy the heart that thinks of no-removes, Of no removes, Of no removes. XII. ALTO. FIne knacks for Ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new, good peniworthes, but money cannot move, I keep a fair, but for the fair to view, a beggar may be liberal of love, though all my wares be trash, the heart is true, ij. ij. is true. XII. BASSO. FIne knacks for Ladies cheap, choice, brave and new, good peni- worths, but money cannot move, I keep a fair, but for the fair to view, a beggar may be liberal of love: though all my wares be trash, the heart is true, is true, the heart is true, ij. the heart is true. XII. TENORE. FIne knacks for Ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new, good peniworthes but money cannot move, I keep a fair but for the fair to view, a beggar may be liberal of love, though all my wares be trash, the heart, the heart is true. ij. is true, the heart is true, the heart is true. XIII. CANTO. NOw cease my wandering eyes, Strange beauties to admire, One faith In change least comfort lies, Long joys yield long desire. New hopes one love, Makes our frail pleasures eternal, And in sweetness prove. new joys, Are still with sorrow decli-ning, unto deep a- noys. One man hath but one soul, Which art cannot divide, If all one soul must love, Two loves most be denied, One soul one love, By faith and merit united cannot remove, Distracted spirits, Are ever changing & hapless in their delights. Nature two eyes hath given, All beauty to impart, Aswell in earth as heaven, But she hath given one heart, That though we see, Ten thousand beauties yet in us one should be, One steadfast love, Because our hearts stand fixed although our eyes do move. XIII. ALTO. NOw cease my wandering eyes, strange beauties to admire. One faith one In change least comfort lies, long joys yield long desire. New hopes new love makes our frail pleasures eternal, and in sweetness prove. joys are still with sore- row decli-ning, unto deep a- 'noys. XIII. BASSO. NOw cease my wandering eyes, strange beauties to admire: In change least com-fort lies, long joys yield long desire. One faith one love makes our frail pleasures eternal, and in sweetness prove. New hopes new joys are still with sore- row decli-ning, un- to deep a- 'noys. XIII. TENORE. NOw cease my wandering eyes, strange beauties to admire. One faith one In change least comfort lies, long joys yield long desire. New hopes new love, ij. makes our frail pleasures eternal, and in sweetness prout. joys, ij. are still with sorrow declining, un-to deep a- 'noys. XIIII. CANTO. COme ye heavy states of night, do my father's spirit right, Sound- ings baleful let me borrow, burdened my song with sorrow, Come sorrow come her eyes that sings, By thee are tur- ned in- to springs. Come you Virgins of the night, That in Dirges sad delight, Quire my Anthems, I do borrow Gold nor pearl, but sounds of sorrow: Come sorrow come her eyes that sings, By thee are turned into springs. XIIII. ALTO. COme come ye heavy states of night, do my father's spirit right, soundings baleful let me borrow, burdening my song with sorrow, Come sorrow come come her eyes that sings, by thee are turned, are turned in- to springs. XIIII. BASSO. COme, come ye heavy states of night, do my father's spirit right, sound- dings baleful let me borrow, burdening my song with sorrow, Come sorrow come her eyes that sing, By thee are turned into spring. XIIII. TENORE. COme come ye heavy states of night, do my father's spirit right, soundings baleful let me borrow, burdening my song with sorrow, Come for- row come her eyes that singes, by thee are tur- ned, are turned into springs. XV. CANTO. WHite as lilies was her face, When she smiled, She be- guiled, Quitting faith with foul disgrace, virtue service thus neglected, Heart with for- rows hath in-fected. 2 When I swore my heart her own, She disdained, I complained, Yet she left me overthrown, Careless of my bitter groaning, Ruthless bent to no relieving. 3 vows and oaths and faith assured, Constant ever, Changing never, Yet she could not be procured, To believe my pains exceeding, From her sçant neglect proceeding. 4 Oh that love should have the art, By surmises, And disguises, To destroy a faithful heart, Or that wanton looking women, Should reward their friends as foemen. 5 All in vain is Lady's love, Quickly choosed, Shortly loosed, For their pride is to remove, Out alas their looks first won us, And their pride hath strait undone us. 6 To thyself the sweetest fair, Thou hast wounded, And confounded, Changles faith with foul despair, And my service hath envied, And my succours hath denied. 7 By thine error thou haft fit, heart unfeigned, Truth unstained, And the swain that loved most, More assured in love then many, More despised in love then any, 8 For my heart though set at nought, Since you will it, Spoil and kill it, I will never change my thoughts, But grieve that beauty ere was borne. XV. ALTO. WHite as lilies was her face, When she smiled she beguiled, Quitting faith with soul dis- grace, virtue service thus neglected, Heart with sorrows hath in- fected. XV. BASSO. WHite as lilies was her face, When she smiled, she beguiled, Quit- ting faith with foul disgrace, virtue service thus neglected, Heart with sorrows hath infected. XV. TENORE. WHite as lilies was her face, When she smiled, She beguiled, Quitting faith with foul dis- grace, virtue service thus neg-lected, heart with sorrows with sorrows hath in- sected. XVI. CANTO. woeful heart with grief oppressed, Since my fortunes most does- tressed, From my joys hath me re- more- ve, fellow those sweet eyes adored, Those sweet eyes where- in are stored, All my plea- sures best be- loved. Fly my breast, leave me forsaken, Wherein grief his seat hath taken, All his arrows through me darting, Thou Mayst live by her Sunne-shining, I shall suffer no more pining, By thy loss, then by her parting. XVI. ALTO. woeful heart with grief oppressed, since my fortunes most distressed, From my joys my joys hath me removed, follow those sweet eyes a- dored, those fair eyes wherein are stored, all my ple- sures best be- loved. XVI. BASSO. woeful heart with grief oppressed, since my fortunes most di-stressed , from my joys hath me removed, follow those sweet eyes, sweet eyes a- dored, all my plea- sures best beloved. XVI. TENORE. woeful heart with grief oppressed, since my fortunes most distressed, From my joys, my joys hath me re-moved, fellow those sweet eyes those sweet eyes adored, those sweet eyes where- in are stored, all my pleasures best pleasures best be- loved. XVII. CANTO. A shepherd in a shade, his plaining made, Of love and lovers wrong, Since love and Fortune will, I honour still, your fair and lovely eye, un- to the fairest lass, That trod on grass, And thus began his song, What conquest will it be, Sweet nymph for thee, It I for sorrow die, Restore, restore my heart again, Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, lest that enforced by your disdain, I sing, Fie fie on love, ij. it is a foolish thing. My heart where have you laid O cruel maid, To kill when you might save, Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth, Without a tomb or grave. O let it be entombed and lie, In your sweet mind and memory, Lest I resound on every warbling string, Fyefye on love that is a foolish thing. XVII. ALTO. A Shepherd in a shade, his plaining made, of love & lovets wrong, un- to the fairest lass, Since love and fortune will, I honour still, your fair & lovely eye, what conquest will it be, ij. that trod on grass, and thus be- 'gan his song. Restore restore my heart a- ij. sweet nymph for thee, if I for sorrow die. gain, which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, by your disdain I sing, fie fie on love, fie fie on love, fie, it is a foolish thing. XVII. BASSO. A A Shepherd in a shade, his plaining made, of love & Since love and fortune will, I ho-nour still, your fair & lovers wrong, un- to the fairest lass, that trod on love-ly eye, what conquest will it be, sweet nymph for grass, and thus began his song. Restore restore my heart a- thee, if I for sorrow die. gain, which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, lest that enforced by your disdain I sing, fie fie on love, fie fie on love fie it is a foolish thing. XVII. TENORE. A Shepherd in a shade, his plaining made. of love and lovers wrong, un- to the fairest lass, Since love & fortnue will, I ho-nour still, your fair and lovely eye, what conquest will it be, ij. that trod on grass, and thus be- 'gan his song. Restore restore my heart a- sweet nymph for thee, if I for sorrow die. gain, which love by thy sweet sweet looks hath slain, lest that enforced, enforced by your disdain, ij. I sing fie fie on love, fie fie fie on love it is a foolish thing. XVIII. CANTO. FAction that ever dwells, In court where wits excels, hath set defiance , Fortune and love hath sworn, That they were never borne, of one alliance. 1 Fortune swears, weakest hearts The book of Cupid's arts Turn with her wheel, Senses themselves shall prove Venture her place in love Ask them that feel. 2 This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In court where wits excel Love keep the wood. 3 So to the wood went I With love to live and die Fortune forlorn, Experience of my youth Made me think humble truth In desert borne. 4 My saint is dear to me, And Jone herself is she jone fair and true, jone that doth ever move, Passions of love with love Fortune adieu. XVIII. ALTO. FAction that e- ver dwells, in Court where wits excels, hath set defiance, fortune and love, hath sworn, that they were ne- ver borne of one a- liance. XVIII. BASSO. FAction, that ever dwells, in Court where wits excels, hath set de- fiance, fortune, and love hath sworn, that they were never borne, of one alliance. XVIII. TENORE. FAction, that ever dwells, in Court where wits excels, hath set de-fiance: Forrune and love, hath sworn, that they were ne- ver borne, of one a- liance. XIX. CANTO. SHall I sue shall I seek for grace? Shall I pray shall I prove? Shall I strive to a heavenly joy, with an earthly love? Shall I think that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye, Or a sigh can ascend the clouds to attain so high. 2 Silly wretch forsake these dreams, of a vain desire, O bethink what high regard, holy hopes do require. Favour is as fair as things are, treasure is not bought, Favour is not won with words, nor the wish of a thought. 3 pity is but a poor defence, for a dying heart, Ladies eyes respect no moan, in a mean desert. She is to worthy far, for a worth so base, Cruel and but just is she, in my just disgrace. justice gives each man his own, though my love be just, Yet will not she pity my grief, therefore die I must, Silly heart then yield to die, perish in despair, Witness yet how feign I die, When I die for the fair. XIX. ALTO. SHall I sue, shall I seek for grace, shall I pray, shall I prove, shall I strive to a heavenly joy, with an earthly love, shall I think that a bleeding heart, ij. or a wounded eye, or a sigh can ascend the clouds, ascend the clouds, to attain so high. XIX. BASSO. SHall I sue shall I seek for grace, shall I pray shall I prove, shall I strive to a heavenly joy with an earthly love: Shall I think, ij. that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye, or a sigh, can ascend the clouds to attain so high. XIX. TENORE. SHall I sue, shall I seek for grace, shall I pray, shall I prove, shall I strive to a heavenly joy with an earthly love, Shall I think that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye, or a sigh can ascend the clouds, the clouds, to attain so high. XX. CANTO. for FInding in fields: ye shall find a better ditty. toss not my soul, O love twixt hope and fear, show me some ground where I may firm- lie stand or sure- lie fall, I care not which a- pear, So one will close me lenvoy: in a certain band. When once of ill the utter- most is lenvoy: known, The strength of for- row quite is over thrown. Take me Assurance to thy blissful hold, Or thou despair unto thy darkest Cell, Fach hath full rest, the one in joys enrolled, Th'other, in that he fears no more, is well: When once the uttermost of ill is known, The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown. The end of the four parts. XX. ALTO. toss not my soul (O love) twixt hope and fear, show me some ground where I may firm- lie stand, or surely fall, ij. I care not which appear, so one will close me in a lenvoy: certain band, in a certain band. When once of ill, the uttermost is known, ij. the strength of sorrow quite is overthrown. XX. BASSO. toss not my soul: show me some ground where I may firmly stand, or surely fall, ij. I care not which appear, so one will close, ij. lenvoy: will close me in a certain band. When once of ill the uttermost is known, the strength of sorrow quite is over thrown. The end of the four parts. XX. TENORE. toss not my soul, (O love,) twixt hope & fear, ij. Show me some ground where I may firmly stand or surely fall, or fall, or surely fall, I care not which appear, ij. lenvoy: so one will close, me in a certain band. When once of ill, the utter- most, when once of ill the uttermost is known, the strength of sorrow quite is over thrown. XXI. QVINTO. For a triple Vidl. clear or cloudy: Of that night bird that singeth, Who thought all sweet, ij. Yet jarring notes out ringeth. XXI. CANTO. clear or cloudy sweet as April showering, smooth or frowning so is her face to me, pleased or smiling like mild May all flowering, When skies blue silk and me- dove's carpets be, her speeches notes of that night bird that singeth, Who thought all sweet yet larring notes out- ring- eth. Her grace like June, when earth and trees be trimmeth, In best attire of complete beauty's height, Her love again like summers days be dimmed, With little clouds of doubtful constant faith, Her trust her doubt, like rain and heat in Skies, Gently thundering, she lightning to mine eyes, Sweet summer spring that breatheth life and growing, In weeds as into herbs and flowers, And sees of service divers sorts in sowing, Some haply seeming and some being yours, Rain on your herbs and flowers that truly serve, And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve. XXI. ALTO. clear or cloudy sweet as April showering, smooth or frowning, so is her face to me, pleased or smiling, like mild may all flowering, when Skies blue silk and meadows car- pets be, her speeches, notes of that night bird that sings, who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes out ringeth. XXI. BASSO. clear or cloudy, sweet as April showering, smooth or frow-ning, so is her face to me, pleased or smiling, like mild May all flowering, when Skies blue silk and meadows carpets be, her speeches notes of that night bird that singeth, who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes out ringeth. XXI. TENORE. clear or cloudy sweet as April showering, smooth or frowning so is her face to me, pleased or smiling like mild May all flowering, when Skies blue silk blue silk and meadows carpets be, her speeches notes of that night bird that fingeth, who thought all sweet yet jarring notes out ringeth. XXII. QVINTO. For a triple viol. humour: Princes Chorus: XXII. CANTO. A Dialogue. humour say what makest thou here, In the presence of a Queen, Thou art a heavy leaden mood, Chorus: But never Hu- mor yet was true, but that but that but that that that that that that that which only only pleaseth you. 1 O, I am as heavy as earth, Say then who is humour now. 1 Why then 'tis I am drowned in Woe, But never humour, etc. 1 Mirth then is drowned in sorrows brim, Oh, in sorrow all things sleep. 1 In her presence all things smile, Humour frolic then a while. But never humour, etc. XXII. ALTO. humour: Chorus: But never humour yet was true, but that but that but that that that that that that that that which only only pleaseth you. XXII. BASSO. humour: Princes hold conceit most dear, all conceit in humour seen: humour is inventions food: Chorus: but never humour yet was true, but that but that but that that that that that that that that which one- lie pleaseth you. 2 I am now inclined to mirth, humour I as well as thou. 2 No no wit is cherished so, but never humour: etc. 2 No no fool the light's things swim▪ heavy things sink to the deep: but never humour: etc. XXII. TENORE. humour: Chorus: But never humour yet was true, but that but that but that that that that that that that that which only pleaseth you. BASSO. DOwlands adieu, FINIS. Dowlands adieu for Master Oliver Cromwell. FINIS.