VINCULUM SOCIETATIS, OR THE Tie of good Company. Being a Choice COLLECTION Of the Newest SONGS now in Use. WITH THOROUGH BASS to each SONG for the Harpsichord, Theorbo, or Bass-Viol. The FIRST BOOK of this CHARACTER. depiction of angels playing musical instruments LONDON, Printed by F. Clark, T. Moor, and J. Heptinstall, for John Carr, and R. C. and are to be Sold by John Carr at the Middle Temple-Gate, and Sam. Scott at the Mitre by Temple-Barr. Anno Domini, 1687. TO ALL TRUE LOVERS OE MUSIC. Gentlemen, WE well hope, our former diligent endeavours, (according to our capacity) to serve the Musical Souls of our Nation, have been so hearty, that no very great aspersion can lie upon us for a total neglect of our duty: We also thankfully acknowledge the kind reception our labours have hitherto found from the Ingenious, and the good natured; by which we have been so far encouraged, as yet to add One (Ornament at least) to our many former Attempts, and that is, this New Character of the Notes of the Songs in this Book, less troublesome to the Eye, than those of the Old way, which (if acceptable) will add fresh vigour to our future industry, and add much to the numerous obligations you have already heaped upon, gentlemans, Yours JOHN CARR. Licenced June the 8th 1687. R. C. A Table of the SONGS contained in this Book. A. Page. Page. AH Charming Nymph 4 B. Bring out your Coney Skins 6 Bring back my Comforts 20 C. Celia at last thy pride 5 Cease mighty Love 10 Cynthia 'tis owned I too long 24 Could softening melting looks 32 F. Farewell all the Arts of Love 13 H. How long Divine Celinda 25 Set by Mr. Sam. Ackroyd. I I Love without measure 8 I'll Languish no more 12 L Letoy formal Lovers 1 Leave to him all our Cares 33 M My wanderer at last Retreats 11 P Phillis I must needs Confess 26 Phillis what ever Love 30 S Spite of thy Godhead 9 See the Lovely Maid 22 Silvia be no longer Kind 23 She alas whom all admired 28 T These full too hours 18 The Gods are not more blessed 21 Thyrsis unjustly you complain 29 W When Cloris once thought 2 When the Gods at a banquet 14 When first I sought my Jenny's love 17 When V and I together meet 31 MUSIC Books sold by John Carr at the Middle-Temple Gate. THE Musical Entertainment performed at a Musical Feast on St. Cecilia's Day. Nou. 22. 1683. 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Easy Lessons on the Gettars for young Practitioners, Single, and some of 2 Parts, by Signior Francisco. Also all sorts of Musical Instruments, and Strings. Mr. Hen. Purcell. LET formal Lovers still pursue I envy not their Care, a tedious Siege perhaps may do at last to gain the Fair, such whining Methods I disdain a Mistress to o— blige, where a fair summons will not gain the Town's not worth a Siege. The Eastern Monarch's Victories Had not gone on so far Had he Engaged his Enemies By formal steps of War, To general Beauty I lay claim, From each fair Eye 'tis hurled, Where e'er I come like him I'll gain And love o'er all the World. Mr. Fran. Forcer. WHen Cloris once thought her Conquest Complete, and her Charms had made way for her Pride, and Languishing Strephon had thrown at her Feet a Heart She so often had tried, and the faithful young Lover did over and over discover a Passion, that were She not Marble, might move her: The hard hearted Nymph to requite all his pain, instead of his Love paid him with disdain, She bids him re-tire and not feed his desire with the hopes of her Love which he never must gain; Whilst Cruel, Cruel Cloris Strephon cried, pity, pity him that lies to Love and to your Eyes a Loyal and unblemished Sacrifice. Oh ye Shepherds take heed where your Flocks you do seed, lest your Hearts as your Lambs should stray, for if Cloris surprise you once with her Eyes, you're lost and undone, your Liberty's gone, and you must be for ever her Prey. Mr. Fran. Forcer. Ah Charming Nymph were I a Swain too weak I fear would prove my resolutions a— 'gainst Love, though they were fortified by your disdain, oft I with discontented Sighs have said, oh, why was I a feeble Woman made, but what I thought my Misery is now become my Guard, and from a Fate more hard, it was ordained to rescue me, else to thy Charms Philoclia I had bowed, and died unpityed, unpityed, unpityed by the gazing Crowd. CElia at last thy Pride and Scorn has lost the Man thy Slave was Born, I've broke my Heart to break my Chain, and now must never Love a— gain Yet much of Torture in the Cure I do confess I do endure. Thus is the Battle lost and won, but Oh the Victor is undone. Glory has now my Heart possessed, And love of Arms Inflamed my Breast; The puny God in Chains shall wait, Whilst Pride and Honour sit in state, But oh my Glories I despise Since I must shun those Killing Eyes. Thus is the Battle, etc. Farewell my Trophies since I find No Beauty left to tempt my mind, To make my last of Actions brave, I'll die her Victor and her Slave: Weep that the World no more can give, But scorn this Conquest to outlive. Thus is the Battle, etc. Mr. Sam. Ackroyd. BRing out your Coney Skins, bring out your Coney Skins Maids to me, and hold them fair that I may see, Grace, Black and Blue, for the smaller Skins I'll give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins, and for your whole Coney here's ready Money, come gentle Joan do thou begin with thy black Coney thy black Coney Skin, and Mary and Joan will follow with their Silver Haired Skins and Yellow, the White Coney Skin I will not lay by, for though it be faint it is fair to the Eye, the Grey it is worn, but yet for my Money, give me the bonny bonny black Coney, come away fair Maids your Skins will decay, come and take Money Maids put your Wares away, ha'ye any Coney Skins, ha'ye any Coney Skins, ha'ye any Coney Skins here to sell. Mr. Sam. Ackroyd. I Love without measure, and sure I shall find a Fountain of Pleasure for my Celia's now kind: My Heart so In— spired I kissed and ad— mired and She ne'er retired but I still de— sired. There's no such Devertion As in her soft Arms, To tell her my passion, And to talk of her Charms, I must be possessing, I long for the Blessing Of Love's sweet expressing By natures kind Dressing. With my passion I strove To wait for the power, And the pleasure of Love But for one happy hour, With eager desire At last I came nigher, Her Eyes darted Fire, My Soul did expire. Mr. Rob. King. Mr. Hen. Purcel. SPite of the Godhead powerful Love I will my torments hide, but what Veil of life must prove a Sa— cri— fice to Pride, Pride thou art become my Goddess now, to Thee I'll altars Rear, to Thee each Morning pay my Vow and offer every Tear, but oh, but oh I fear, should Philomon once take thy Injured part, I soon should cast the Idol down and offer him my heart. Mr. D. Purcel. CEase mighty Love to tear a Heart that owns thy Power Divine, thou needs no Quiver nor no Dart to make the Conquest thine; for who a— lass thy Deities durst despise, when thou hast weapons suc—h as Celia's Eyes. Now Celia you my Heart have won, Oh be not too severe, Do not your humble Slave disown, Nor kill him with Dispair; Be not unjust to scorn my Vestal Fire, Which you and none but you could ere Expire. Mr. Moses Snow. MY Wan— der— er at at last re— Xtreats to his forsaken Breast, having discovered all the Cheats, that drew him from his rest thought himself safe in this a— bided, when Cloe proved it vain, by ways as in— no— cent as odd, she tempts him or a— gain. With untaught Eyes, unpractised Art, She does her Slave subdue: Scorns meanly to beguile a Heart, But clams it as her due. Let Tyrants then her Conquest boast, And keep their few in awe: She governs all and ever must, Who reigns by Nature Law. Mr. Rich. Brown. I'll languish no more at the glance of your Eye; can view you all o'er and ne'er fetch a deep sigh: No more shall your voice Siren— like charm my Heart; in vain you may sigh, use in vain all your Art: No Madam I'm free, when I'm Captive a— gain, let me unpityed feel a— gen my old pain. I'll Libertine turn, use all things in Common, No more than one Dish be bound to one Woman, Yet I still love the Sex but my Bottle before 'em, I'll use 'em sometimes but I'll never Adore 'em, Go Madam be wise when a Woodcocks i'th' noose, Be sure hold him fast lest like me he get loose. A 2 Voc. FArewel all the Arts of Love Fancy to Witch first did move, and at the last did empty prove, the Goddess which you did a— door enjoyed con— ti— news to be so no more, but turns to a Woman as before, the Goddess which you did adore enjoyed con— ti— news to be so no more, but turns to Woe— man as be— fore. Why then all this thought of care, Hopes and fears and oft despair, All to possess yourself thats fair, An easy Beauty's every best, Tho she lodge not in your Breast, You soon shall find a place of rest, An easy Beauty's, etc. A 2 Voc. Mr. Sam. Ackroyd. WHen the Gods at a Banquet did Revel above, did When the Gods at a Banquet did Revel, did Revel above and Ganymede filled out a Bumper to Jove, A— pollo and Bacchus their Revel above and Ganymede filled out a Bumper to Jove, A— pollo and Bacchus their Joy to Inspire, the Muses and Graces called in to the Qwire: Divine was the Joy to Inspire, the Muses and Graces called in to the Choir: Divine was the Music, their Pleasure extreme, and Beauty and Loyalty still was the Theme, to Music, their Pleasure extreme, and Beauty and Loyalty still was the Theme, to Jove and Juno's Health full Bowls were Crowned, and to th'Immortal, and to th'immortal Jove and Juno's Health full Bowls were Crowned, and to th'immortal Powers went round who from their Thrones did their bright Goblets throw in Frolic Powers, Powers went round from their Thrones, from their Thrones did their bright Goblets throw in Frolic down upon the world, upon the world below: then to express how Loyal down upon the world, upon the world, the world below: then to express how Loyal we'll appear, tho' we're no Gods we'll i— mi— tate 'em near, and drink full we'll appear, tho' we're no Gods we'll i— mi— tate 'em near, and Bowls, and drink full Bowls to Jove and Juno here. Caesar and drink full Bowls, and drink full Bowls to Jove and Juno here. Caesar and Gloria— nam let it be the brightest Queen on Earth, the greatest Monarch he Gloria— nam let it be the brightest Queen on Earth, and greatest Monarch he and if the Gods deny to pledge the same, we'll throw our empty Glasses up to them. Mighty and if the Gods deny to pledge the same, we'll throw our empty Glasses up to them. James and Apollo upon us does smile, upon us does smile, the God of this Year and the Mighty James & Apollo upon us, upon us does smile, the God of this Year and the King of this Isle, all feuds we will shun that e— nervate his sway, since all are his King of this Isle, all feuds we will shun that e— nervate his sway, since all are his Subjects we'll jointly o— obey: both English and Irish in this shall a— 'gree, who Subjects we'll jointly o— obey: both English and Irish in this shall a— 'gree, who serve the King best the best Nation shall be. serve the King best the best Nation shall be. WHen first I sought my Jenny's Love she dashed my hopes with cold disdain, no Tears the Cruel Lass could move to hear my Vows or ease my pain, She'd chide and frown and call me Loon and bid me from her sight be gone, with scorn my Presents She'd return, and all my Amorous Letters burn. But now my Constancy She's found, The lovely fair relenting Maid With kind consent my hopes has Crowned, And all my sufferings over paid; She'll kiss and toy And call me Joy, In Love the livelong day employ, She'll look and smile on me alone, And only grieve she e'er did frown. Mr. Fran. Forcer. These full two hours now have I gazing been, what Comfort by it can I gain, to look on Heaven with mighty gulf be— 'tween was the great Miser's greatest pain: so near was he to heavens delight as with the blessed converse he might, yet could not get one drop of Water by't. Ah wretch I seem to touch her now: but oh, but oh, what boundless spaces does us part! fortune and Friends & all Earth's emty show my lowness and her high desert, but those might Conquerable prove nothing does me so far remove as the hard Souls Aversion of my Love; so Travellers that lose their way by night when from afar they came to espy th'uncertain glimmerings of a tapers light, like flattering hopes and think it night, till wearied with the fruitless pain they sit them down and weep in vain, and there in darkness and despair re— main. Mr. Ric. Brown. BRing back my Comforts and re— turn for well you know that I, in such a vigorous passion burn, that missing you I die. slow Re— turn return in— sult no more, re— turn return and me re— store to those slow sequestered Joys, to those sequestered Joys I had be— fore. Absence in most, that quenches Love, And cool their warm desire, The Ardour of my Heart improve, And makes the flame aspire. The Maxim therefore I deny, And term it, though a Tyranny, A Nurse to purest Faith and Constancy. Mr. Tho. Tedway. The Gods are not more blessed than he who fixing his glad Eyes on thee does ever hear and ev'—ry long Charmed with the Mu— sick, Charmed with the Mu— sick of thy Tongue that sees with more than hu— mane Grace sweet smiles A— dorn A— mintas Face. But when to pity you incline, And so become much more Divine, What mortal can support the Joy The mighty blessing does destroy, Ah! would you have your Damon live, Your Favours less profusely give. A 2 Voc. Mr. Tho. Tedway. SEE, see, see the lovely Maid and Paradise and See, see, see, see, see the lovely Maid and Paradise Pa— ra— dise in Bed displayed, like blushing Morn, like blushing Morn she in Bed in Bed displayed, like blushing Morn, like blushing Morn she lies, and lies and sings the triumphs, sings the try— umph of her Eyes. The wanton Cupid's sings the triumphs of her Eyes, and sings the triumph of her Eyes. The wanton Cupid's play and sport their— lit— tle Hearts away, whilst all a round them throng. To play and sport their little Hearts away whilst all a round them throng, to hear the Music hear the Music of her Tongne, to hear the Music, hear the Music of her Tongue. of her Tongue, to hear the Music of her Tongue, to hear the Music of her Tongue. SIlvia be no lon— her kind, the kind be— trey their power still to the proud and false inclined our Tie— rants we A— door, fru— ition which should make our bliss di— stroys, and kindness which should most in— gauge us cloys. Be cruel and secure your Reign, Myrtilla's Pride and Scorn, Her haughty looks and fierce disdain, Show her for Empire born; Oh cursed disease of our fantastic mind, The Cruel we pursue and fly the Kind. Mr. Tho. Tedway. CYnthia 'tis owned that I too long on Womankind did rail, to think that a re— can— ting Song should after all prevail, but had you then but marked my Eyes, or could have viewed my heart you'd seen thro'all that thin disguise they all— ways took your part, they all— ways took your part. HOW long divine Ce— lin— damn shall I mourn how long disclose my sorrow all in vain yet find not one soft look or kind return no sign of ease to soothe my growing pain. Ah Cruel, ah Cru— el, Cru— el Charming fair, or cure my love or my does— pair, or cure my love or my does— pair. All night the thoughts of you forbids my rest, Nor can the noisy business of the day Divert the constant trouble of my breast, Or the tormenting Passions there allay; Ah cruel charming Maid, When shall this mighty debt of Love be paid. PHillis I must needs confess that I am fic—kle grown of late, and now to Celia's Charms Add— dress that love which yours did first create. Not that I think your Beauty less than hers who does my Heart possess, but 'tis the will of fate, 'tis the will of fate, but 'tis the will of fate, though you may think the practice strange I'll Ju— sti— fie the roaring flame, nor fear the Amorous God's revenge, since I still love though not the same, for though my heart does hourly range he loses nothing by the change, since I still play his game, I still play his game, since I still play his game. SHE, She, alas, She, alas, whom all admired is dead, She a— lass whom all admired is dead, a— lass She's dead, and with her all that's brisk or gay is fled, She a— lass, She a— lass, whom all admired is dead, no Rat— ling Coaches now run up and down, nor Am am— rous Sparks amuse the wondering Town all pen—sive in their Chambers sit and mourn and mourn the fair the sweet Cor— rin— na's dead & gone, She a— lass, She a— lass whom all admired is dead. A Song in Bellamira, or, the Mistress. Set by Mr. Tho. Shndwell. THyrsis un— just— lie you come— plain, and tax my tender heart, with want of pity for your pain, or sense of your dissert. By secret and mysterious Springs alas our passions move, we Women are fantastic things that like be— fore we love. You may be handsome and have Wit, Be secret and well bred, The Parson Love must to us fit, He only can succeed. Some die and yet are ne'er believed, Others we trust too soon, Helping ourselves to be deceived, And proud to be undone. PHillis what ever love or you for my does— pairing shall or— deign, my suffering Heart shall still be true, and with the Tor— ments and with the Tor— ments that en— sue may break but ne'er come— plain. My grief when Phil— lis Is un— kind no rude re— scent— ments shall be— trey 'tis calm as Vows for Hea— ven de— signed, and gentle as the Southern Winds that fans the blooming May. No slights shall make my pas— sion less, my Love shall me— rit though it starve for as possession we confess the highest degree of happiness the next is to de— serve. A Catch for 3 Voc. Mr. Henry Purcel. WHen V and I to— gether meet, we make up 6 in House or Street, yet I and V may meet once more, and then we 2 can make but 4, but when that V from I am gone, alas poor I can make but one. Dr. John 〈◊〉 COuld softening melting looks pray— veil, Phillis might ever hope success, her beauty's power would not fail, did not her cheapness make it less, but such advances, but such advances she does make, who loved her once must her forsake, but such advances she does make, who loved her once must her for— sake. She who's too eagerly inclined To catch at Love le's go her fame, And 'tis beneath a generous mind To catch ignoble yielding game. But in resistance, but in resistance such force lies, It Charms beyond the brightest Eyes.