A Lover's desire for his best beloved: OR, Come away, come away, and do not stay.  
To an excellent new Court Tune.  
 
 

NOw the spring is come, turn to thy Love  
to thy Love, to thy Love, to thy Love,  
make no delay:  
While the flowers spring, & the birds do sing,  
their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes,  
and do not stay,  
Where I will fill thy lap full of flowers,  
And cover thee with shady bowers,  
come away, come away, come away,  
and do not stay.   

Shall I languish still for my Love, for my love,  
for my Love, for my Love, etc.  
without relief:  
Shall my faith so well approved,  
now despair, now despair, &c,  
unto my grief?  
Where shall beauty then be found,  
But where virtue doth abound?  
come away, come away, etc.  
and do etc.   

Flora here hath made a bed  
for my Love, for my Love, etc.  
with Roses red:  
Phoebus beams to stay are bend,  
for to yield, for to yield, etc.  
my Love content:  
And the pleasant Eglantine  
Made with a thousand flowers fine:  
come away, come away, etc.  
and do etc.   

Hark how the Nightingale sweetly doth sing  
for my Love, for my Love, etc.  
the Lambs do play,  
Pan, to please my Love, the Rocks makes to ring,  
And doth pipe, and doth pipe, etc.  
a round lay.  
She the pleasant rushy Brooks,  
And every Flower for my Love looks,  
come away, come away,  
and do not stay,   

Beauty's Queen with all her train,  
doth attend, doth attend etc.  
upon my Dear:  
Tripping Satyrs they do dance amain,  
to delight, to delight, etc.  
her hath no fere.  
Muses nine with Music sweet.  
Do all attend my Love to meet  
come away, come away, etc.  
and do etc.   

Fairest fair, now turn to thy Love,  
to thy Love, to thy Love, etc.  
that love's thee best:  
Sweet, let pity move, grant love for love,  
like the Dove, like the Dove, etc.  
for ever rest.  
Crown thy delights with hopeful ioy●s,  
Thy love revives, thy hate destroys,  
come away, come away, come away,  
and do not stay.    

The Second Part. OR The Woman's answer.  
To the same tune.  
 

Who is't that calleth me come away;  
'tis my Love, 'tis my etc.  
most cheerful voice:  
He looks cheerful as the bright day,  
which doth make, which doth etc.  
each heart rejoice.  
With flowers sweet I'll make my bed,  
My lap a pillow for thy head.  

come away, come etc. and do etc.    

If thou doubtest, Sweetest prove,  
that thy Love, that thy etc.  
she loved thee ever.  
Nor ne'er think, dear, but I will be thy Dove  
and from thee, and from &c,  
I'll never sever:  
'tis not beauty makes me proud,  
For 'tis that heaven hath allowed  

come away, come &c, and do etc.    

See the lovely Queen of Flowers  
she hath strewn, she hath etc.  
thy way to trace:  
Trees do bend to make thee bowers,  
Satyrs peep, Satyrs &c  
to see thy face:  
Lambs to please thee leap and skip,  
And little Fairies trip.  

come away, come etc. and do etc.    

Woods yield pleasant harmony,  
for my Love, for my etc.  
the Birds do sing,  
Thy absence makes them seem to cry:  
phillis crowns Phillis &c,  
thee Summers' King:  
With a wreath of flowers sweet,  
All the Nymphs my love do greet,  

come away, come &c, and do etc.    

Venus doth not stick to swear  
By her Doves, by her etc.  
she'll steal my Love:  
And as for A●on tears her hair,  
her fair eyes, her fair etc.  
much sorrow proves:  
But for all the Indian wealth,  
None shall have him but myself:  

come away, come &c and do not stay:    

Like the words eye my Love doth appear  
when his steeds, when his etc.  
approach the morn:  
And his face the Clouds do clear,  
dims the stars, dims the &c,  
and Cynthia's horn:  
Now I am in my marriage bed,  
See my arms for thee are spread.  

come away, come away, come away, and do not stay.    
FINIS   

Printed by the Assigns of Thomas Symcocke