〈♫〉 WWhen Troy Towne for ten years warre withstood the Greeks in manfullwise, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 yet did their foes increase so fast, that to resist none could suffice, Waste lye those 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Walls that were so good and Corne now growes where Troy Towne stood. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FRom the faire Lavinian Shore, I your Markets come to store, Muse not 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 though so farr I dwell and my wares come here to sell. Such is the sacred hunger of gould 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 then come to my pack while I cry what d'ye lack what d'ye buy for here it is to be sold. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WIll you buy any Honesty come away, I sell it openly by day, I bring no forced 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 lights nor Candle to cozen you come buy and handle, This will shew the great Man 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 good, the Tradesman where he sweares and lyes, the Lady of a Noble blood, the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 City Dame to rule her Eyes, You are Rich men now, come buy and then I will 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 make you richer honest honest men. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FUll fathome five thy Father lyes, of his bones are Corrall made 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 those are pearles that were his eyes, nothing of him that doth fade but doth 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 suffer a Sea change into something rich and strange. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sea Nymphs hourly ring his knell, Hark now I heare them 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Ding Dong Bell Ding Dong Ding Dong Bell 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHere the Bee sucks there suck I, in a Cowslips Bell I lye there I couch 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 When Owles doe cry, on the Batts Back I doe fly, after Summer merrily. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Merrily Merrily shall I live now under the Blossome that hangs on the Bough 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Merrily Merrily shall I live now, under the Blossome that Hangs on the Bough. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHen Love with unconfined wings hovers within my gates 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And My Divine Althea brings to whisper at my Grates. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 When I lye tangled in her haire, and Fetter'd in her eye, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 The Birds that wanton in the Ayre, Know no such Liberty. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 HAve you any work for the Sowgelder hoe, My horne goes to high to lowe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 To to lowe. Have you any Piggs Calves or Colts 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Have you any Lambs in your holts to cut for the stone, here comes a cunning one 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Have you any Brauches to Spay'd or e're a fayre Mayde, that would be a Nun, come 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Kisse mee 'tis done. Hark how my merry horne doth blow, to high to lowe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 To high to lowe, to lowe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 COme hither you that Love, and heare me sing of Joyes still growing greene 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Fresh and Lusty as the pride of Spring and ever blowing, Come hither youths that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Blush and dare not know what is desire, and old men worse then you that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cannot blow one sparke of Fire, And with the power of my Enchanting Song 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Boyes shall be able men and old and ould men young. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 YOung Thirsis lay in Phillis lap, and gazing on her eye priz'd life too 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Meane for such good hap and fayne the Lad would dye. When Phillis who the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Force did prove of Love as well as he. Cry'd to him stay a while my Love and 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 I will dye with thee. So did these happy Lovers dye, but with so little 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Paine that Both to Life immediately returne to dye againe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 KAwasha comes in Majesteé, was never such a god as hee The Worthy's they were nine 'tis true, and lately Arthurs Knights we Knew. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 He is come from a farr Cuntreé To make our nose a Chimneé a Chimneé: But now are come up of Worthies new, the Roaring Boyes Kawasha's Crew Kawasha's crew. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Silanus Asse doth Leere to see, this well appointed Companeé. But if Silanus Asse should bray, 'twould make them Roare and run away. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 A Hey a Hey a Hey for and a Hoe, a Hey for and a Hoe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Wee'le make this great Potan Drinke off Silanus Cann, Wee'le make Sylen fall downe, and cast him in a Swoune. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And when that he well drunke is returne To see our men of Ire of of all 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 him turne him to his Munkey's from whence he came. More Insence Snuffing Puffing Smoake and Fire like fell Dragoone. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Hath been burned at great Kawasha's foot, then to Sylen or Bacchus 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Both, or take in Iove to boote. Wherefore then yeeld or quit the field. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 CAst your Capps and Cares away, this is the Beggers Holiday, In the world look out and see, where's so happy a King as he, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 At the Crowning of our King, Thus we ever Dance and Sing: Where the Nation live so free, And so happy as doe wee: 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Be it Peace or be it Warre, Here at Liberty we are, Hang all Officers we cry, And the Magistrates too by, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And enjoy our Ease and Rest, To the Fields wee are not Prest, Nor are When the Subsidy's encreast, Wee are not a Penny Ceast, Nor will 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Call'd into the Towne, To be troubled with a Gowne. Any goe to Law, With a Begger for a Straw. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 All which happinesse he Braggs, He doth owe unto his Raggs. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 DOE not feare to put thy feet, Naked in the River sweet. Think not 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Neute, nor Leech, nor Toade, will bite thy foote when thou hast trode: Nor let the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Waters rising high, nor as thou wad'st in make thee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cry and sob, but ever live with mee, and not a wave shall trouble thee. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 THoughts doe not vexe me while I Sleepe; Griefe doe not doe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 not move mee, Smile not false hope while I weepe Shee cannot love mee, Had I been as 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 cold and Nice, and as often turning, then as shee had I been Ice, and Shee as I 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 now burning. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHO so complaineth gaineth ost Loves just reward. Who so resraineth 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 paineth dyeing Sans regard, then will I make a vertue of my needing 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And spare no speech since words cause Loves best speeding, O you sad lines Proceeding 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 bleeding, shew my grev'd heart's exceeding needing. Tell her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 My sad story, will impaire her glory, If shee smile when I am sorry. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 COme Silent night and in thy gloomy shade hide my dispaire all those that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Trade with griefe doe hate reliefe, and can think nothing faire but thy dark 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Mantle, in whose misty Ayre Contemning breath they grope for death 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Oh: come and stay, banish the light-some day, the harmes that are not seene 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Be but as though they had not been. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 COme Constant Hearts that so prevaile, that ev'ry passion putts in baile, my 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Innocence shall dare as farr, to give the Tyrant open warre, if warm'd with pride he kindle fires 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Wee'le drowne them in our chast desires: If he Assaile with Dart or Bow 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Weele hide them in these hills of Snow, so shall his heart plagu'd Mourne and dye, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 While wee smile at his memory and Keep our Hearts our Eyes our Eares free 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 From vaine Sighs, sad sad groanes and Tears. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 LOve and disdaine dwells in my Mistress eyes, contending 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 which of them shall first destroy m • e, Th'one with his restlesse flames my bosome fryes 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Th'other no lesse doth with his Ice annoy mee. Dearest, since these conclude that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 I must dye, will you not mourne at my sad Obsequie. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 IN a season all oppressed, with sad sorrowes poore distressed, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Troylous said unto his Cressed yeeld O yeeld thee sweet and stay not, O no no no no no 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 No no no Sweet Love I may not. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 CUpid thou art a wanton Boy, and heretofore mad'st Love a Toy, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 But in thy Raigne a Tyrant art, to Wound a Sheaperdesses heart: 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 To make her Sigh, Swoune, Weepe, and Pale, Thus Sick yet modest will not 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Vaile; But cryes out Hymen 'tis your cure, For the blind Boy I'le ne're endure. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 THough your strangenesse sretts my heart, yet may not I Complaine, You perswade me 'tis but Art, that secret Love must feigne. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 If another you affect, 'tis but a shew t'avoyd suspect, Is this faire excusing, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 O no all is abusing. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 ASke mee no more whether doth stray those golden Attoms of the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 day, for in pure Love the Heavens prepare, that powder to enrich thy hayre, Aske me no 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 More where those starres light, that downeward shoote in dead of night, for in thine 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Eyes they set and there, fixed become as in their Spheare. Aske me no more where 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Iove bestowes when June is gone the flaming Rose, for in thy beautyes 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Orient deepe, all flowers as in their causes sleepe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 CLora's false Love made Clora weepe, and by a Rivers side, Her flocks which Is't not injustice O yee Gods to kindle my desires, And to leave 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 She was wont to keepe neglected thus shee cry'd. Poore victory to pierce a His at so much odds, as there's no mutuall fires. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Heart that was a tender one, but Cowardize to spare your dart from his that was a stone. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 ILove (alas) but cannot shew it I keep a fire that burnes within 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Rake't up in Embers Ah could shee know it, I might perhaps be Lov'd agen, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 For a true Love may Justly call for friendship Love reciprocall. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 IF I dye, be this my will, Let my spirit serve thee still, and desire if not fulfill 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Thy whole pleasure so approving, Death is not the end of Loving. Let the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Earth my Body have whence it sprung, there be my grave, Only the remembrance 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Have of my Image; Let death never, me from thy Acquaintance sever 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 The last Breath my Tongue shall move, be the Ayrie forme of Love, And despight 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 of death approve (lifes privation thus defying) if not dead I love thee dying. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 GReedy Lover pause a while, and remember that a Smile heretofore 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 would have made thy hopes a feast, which is more since thy dyet was incr • ast, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 then both Looks and Language too, or the face it selfe can doe such a province 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Is my Hand as if it thou couldst command heretofore there thy lipps would 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Seem to dwell which is more ever since they sped so well, then they can be brought to 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Doe, by my neck and bosome too. If the center of my breast, a dominion unpossest 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 heretofore may thy wandring thought suffice seeke no more, and my heart shall 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Be thy prize, so thou Keep above the Line, all the Hemispheare is thine. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 THine eyes to mee like Sunnes appeare or brighter starres their light whih 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Makes it Summer all the yeare, Or else a day of Night. But truely I doe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Think they are but eyes, and neither Sunne nor Starre. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 AWake Awake the Morne will never rise, 'till shee can dresse her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Beauties at thine eyes. The Larke forsakes her watry nest and mounting 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Shakes her dewy wings taking thy window for the East, and as shee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Climbes alost shee sings, Awake awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Can dresse her Bauties at thine eyes. The Merchant bowes unto the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sea-mans Starre, The Plow-man from the Soone his Season takes, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Only the Lover wonders what they are who seeke for light before his Mistres wakes. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Awake awake the Morne will never rise, 'till shee can dresse her beauties at thine eyes. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 I Would have thee Merry, Laugh, and Smile, and then look grave and sad, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 In ev'ry humour but a while make Love as 'tis that's Mad, I would have thy dresse in 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Severall shapes, like Proteus carv'd, not he, in humour a meer Jack-an-apes, then a grave Monkey be. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 IN The merry Month of May, On a Morne by breake of day forth I 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Walked the woods so wide, when as May was in her pride, there I spyed all alone 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Pbilliday with Coridon. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FAine would I Cloris whom my heart adores, longer a while between 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 thine Armes remaine, But loe the Jealous morne Her Rosy doores to 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Spight mee opes and brings the day againe. Farewell farewell Cloris 'tis time I 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Dy'de, the Night departs yet still my woes abide. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 DEere give mee a thousand kisses pay the dept thy Lipps doe owe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Let the number of those Blisses to ten thousand thousand grow, 'till to infinites they 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Flow. Let the sweet perfum'd treasure of thy breath my Spirits fill, enjoying 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 endlesse pleasures, breaths rebreathing let us still, breathe one 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Breath, and wish one will. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 LAwne as white as driven Snow, Cypresse black as ere was Crow, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Gloves as sweet as Damaske Roses, Maskes for Faces and for Noses, Bugle Braceletts 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Necklace Amber, Persumes for a Ladyes Chamber, Golden Coyses and stomachers 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 for my Ladds, for To give their Deer's Pinns and Poting sticks 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Pinns And poting sticks of steele what Maids lack what 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 What from head to heele, what 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Come buy of mee come, Come buy come buy, buy Ladds or else your 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Lasses cry come buy. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 GOE weather-beaten thoughts with storme of teares that issue 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 From your selfe conceived sorrow, prize her hard heart, presse her unwilling eares to 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Heare my nights unrest my grieving Morrow. Tell her the harbour where your 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Selves doe dwell, is my poore heart whereon you beate so sore, as does the clapper on a restles bell 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Ring for the soules that wee shall see no more. And sighs make knowne my will is 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 made to her, to her that hath my heart for Legacy. Then burst your swellings home 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And in smoake vade, to be a witnesse to the standers by, that they may testify 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 How much I Lov'd her, and shee repent that all this never mov'd her. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 GOE restlesse thoughts fly from your Masters breast, and seeke out her that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Causeth thus my griefe, presse to her heart, letting it never rest untill from her you bring with 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 You reliefe. Tell her you come from one, that's deadly sick a bleeding heart 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Whose wounds cannot be healed by any others pollicy or witt, but by a 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Love which hath been long concealed, Pitty perchance may move this sweet effect, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 and change her minde into some better moode. Pray heavens her favour 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 So on you reflect, that in your suit you may be understood. Then must you 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Bridle your unruly tongue, and speake her praises and forget your wrong. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 IF my Lady bid beginne, Shall I say No 'tis a sinne? 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 If shee bidd mee Kisse and play, Shall I shrinke? Cold Foole away. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 If Shee clap my Cheekes and spye little Cupids in my eye gripe my hand and 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Stroake my haire, shall I like a faint heart feare. No, no, no, let those that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Lye in dismall dungeons and would dye, dispaire and feare, Let those that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cry they are forsaken and would flye, quit their fortunes mine 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Are free, Hope makes mee Hardy, so does Shee. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 TEll mee where the beauty lyes in my Mistresse, or mine eyes, is shee fayre 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 I made her so, Beauty doth from likeing grow. Be shee fayrer whiter than 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Venus Doves or Leda's Swanne, What's that Beauty if neglected, seen of all, of 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 None respected. Then let my Mistresse that I love her, think her fayre 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cause I approve Her. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 BOast not blind boy that I'me thy prize, 'twas not thy Dart but those that 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Feather'd with her eyes first strooke my heart. Th'ill tuter'd shafts and 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Childish Bow, on faintly loving hearts bestowe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 COme thou Father of the Spring: Come Zephirus, and while we sing 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Spread thy Nectar-dewed wings over all this place below, that from hence such 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sweet may grow, Hybla shall envy at the shew, that the Nymphs and higher 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Powers may cast their eyes out at their Bowers, and descend to pluck thy Flowers, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Whence a rich perfume shall rise, to swell the Ayre and pierce the Skies 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sweeter then a Sacrifice. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 SIr this my little Mistresse here, did ne're pretend to Peters Chaire, nor No Benefice shee ever sold, nor Pardon, nor dispence for Gold, shee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Any Triple Crowne did weare, and yet shee is a Pope. No Kings her Scarcely is a quarter old, and yet shee is a Pope. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Feet did ever Kisse, or had worse looks from Her then this. Nor doth shee ever 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Hope, to Saint men with the Rope, and yet shee is a Pope. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 A female Pope, you'l say a second Ioane, but sure this is Pope Innocent or none. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 NO No I tell thee no, Though from thee I Must goe, Yet my 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Heart saies not so. It swears by Stella's eyes, in whose darting surprize 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 It in Loves fetters lies. It swears by those Roses and Lillies so White, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And those Rubies so Bright, Ne're to part ne're to part from my 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Deare deare delight. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FOr ever let thy heavenly Tapers on the Married brightly shine 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And never may un-sacred vapours drowne those glorious flames of thine. O Hymen 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 That their Hands, their Hands dost joyne untill thy Rayes to darknesse turne, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 With thy high Praise, with thy high praise, our hearts shall burne, our 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Hearts shall burne. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FLy hence shadowes that doe Keepe watchfull sorrowes Charm'd in sleepe, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Though the eyes be overtaken yet the heart doth ever waken, thoughts charm'd 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Up in busy snares of Continuall toyles and cares, Love and griefes are so exprest, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 That they rather sigh then rest. Fly hence shadowes that doe keepe watchfull 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sorrows charm'd in sleepe, Watchfull sorrows charm'd in sleepe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 SInce Love hath in thine and mine Eye Kindled a holy flame, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 What Pitty 'twere to let it dye, what sinne to quench the same. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 The starres that seeme extinct by day, disclose their flames at night, and in a 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Subtile sence convey their Loves in beames of light. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 SInce Love hath brought thee, and I have caught thee here in this bower 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And at this Hower, Nor shall thy faynings, thy coy disdaynings thy causelesse 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Chidings, thy short abidings, thy crafty smilings thy quaint beguilings, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Nor those thy struglings, with all thy juglings shall make mee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Leave thee No No thou shalt no more deceive mee. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 YOu Heraulds of my Mistresse heart, beauties fairest jewell, to mee her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Passions force impart, that I may know if Shee or no, in-tendeth to bee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cruell, your silence can with art expresse, the heart's unfeined story 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 When modest tongues feare to confesse then daring eyes can best devise enchanting 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 O-ra-to-ry. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHy thinkst thou Foole thy Beauties Rayes should flame my colder 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Heart when thy disdaine shall sev'rall wayes such peircing blasts impart seest not those 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Beames that guild the day, though they be hot and fierce t'have neither heate 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Nor power to stay, when windes themselves displerce, So though thine 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Eye heates my desire, yet know thy coy disdaine falls like a storme on 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 That young fire, and blowes mee coole againe. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHen the cleer Sunn with his beams hot, Scorched the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Grasse in Meade and Mountaine, Strephon the Sheapheard now forgot, late sitting by a 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Christall fountaine under a spreading Beeches shade, for Phyllis eare this 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Ditty made; Farewell farewell false and untrue Love, light as the winde 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Soon chang'd for new love. So long as I was in your sight I 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Was your life, your heart, your treasure, and with fain'd eyes you moan'd and sigh'd 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 As in flame burning past all measure, three dayes endur'd this love to mee, and 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 It was lost in other three. Farewell farewell &c. Soon as another Swayne you 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Saw, who may by love or likeing feigned, you 'gan from mee your love withdraw, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 and soon my place he had obtained. Then came a third your love to 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Win, and wee were out and he was in. Farewell &c. Doubtlesse you bear your 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Selfe in hand, because of loves you breed such plenty, to fill with new loves 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 All the Land, and all the World if it were empty, But O you doe your selfe be-guile, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 because they live so short a while, Farewell farewell &c. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHat would any man desire? is he cold? then here's a fire 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Is he hot? shee'l gently scoole him 'till he finde that heat does coole him, Is he 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sad? then here's a pleasure, is hee poore? then here's a treasure. Loves he Musick? 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Here's the choice of all sweet sounds in her sweet voyce. Does he hunger, heer's a 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Feast to which a God might bee a guest, and to those Viands if hee thirst, heer's 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Nectar for him, since the first of men that was for sinne a deptor, never any 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Tasted better. Heer's all compleat from head to heele, to heare, to see, tast 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Smell or feele. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 THou that excellest and sweeter smellest then budding Roses yet 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cruelly killest, others sit billing, Loves Nectar spilling, why shouldst thou then to mee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Prove so unwilling, thy looks so smiling, all hearts beguiling 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Kindled the fire of my desire. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 I Sweare by Muskadell, that I doe Love thee, well and more then I can 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Tell, by the white Clarret and Sack, I doe love thy Black black black, I doe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Love thy black black black. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 FOndnesse of man to love a shee, were beauties Image on her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Face so carv'd by Im-mor-ta-li-ty, as en-vious time cannot disgrace. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Who shall weigh a Lovers paine, fain'd smiles a while his hopes may steere but soon reduced 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 by sad disdaine to the first principles of feare. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 DOwne Be still you Seas, water your dread master please, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Downe downe I say or be silent as the day, you that fling and roare a loft 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Whistling winds be still and soft, not an Angry look let fly, you proud Mountains 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Fall and dye. Tumble no more, nor kick nor Roare, nor trouble her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Keele to make her reele, but safe from Surges, Rocks and Sand, Kisse her and 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Stroake her, and set her a Land. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 YOu say you love mee, nay can sweare it too, but stay Sir, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 'Twill not doe, I know you keepe your Oathes, just as you weare your 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Cloaths, while new and fresh in fashion, but once growne old you lay them 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 by, forgot like words you speake in passion I'le not believe you I. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 HEnce with this wedlock Chaine and Smart I'le not have 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 People laugh at me for wearing shackles on my heart, and live engag'd that might live 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Free, I'le keep my Freedome all I can, and never live a Mar-ri-ed man 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 You that have servile mindes may marry and con-fine your selves to one 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 I will not from my nature vary, which like a thousand yet Love none 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 But keep my freedome all I can, and never live a Married man. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 SO have I seene a Silver Swann, as in a watry looking 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Glasse, viewing her whi-ter forme and then, Courting her 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Selfe with lovely grace. As now shee doth her selfe her selfe admire 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Being at once the fu-ell and the fire. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 VIew'st thou that poore penurious payre of Lovers how they 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Bill, Instructed not by wanton faire, but by a Mutuall will. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Such needlesse aydes these Wretches scorne, they finde out hid desires, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 which in each others minde being borne begets them to new fires. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 IF I must tell you what I love before my heart shall bow to any 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 'Tis not the Black that I approve, nor yet the Browne ador'd by many The first is 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Farr from all de-light, 'tis beauties foe and not com-plexion, The Embleme 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Of sad care and night, still moveing horror not affection. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHen on mine eyes her eyes first shone, I all amazed steadily 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Gazed, and shee to make mee more amazed so caught so wove foure eyes in one as 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Who had with advizement seen us would have admir'd Loves equall force between 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 us, But treason in those friendlike eyes, my heart first charming and then disdaining, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 so charm'd it e're it dreamt of Harming, as at her mercy now it 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Lyes and shewes me to my endlesse smart, shee lov'd but with her eyes I with my heart. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 BE not thou so foolish nice, as to bee in-vi-ted twice 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 What should Woemen more incite then their own sweet Appetite, shall Savage things more 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Freedome have, then Nature unto Woemen gave. The Swan the Turtle, and the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Sparrow, Bill a while then take the Marrow; They Bill and Kisse, what 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Then they doe, Come Bill and Kisse and I'le shew you. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 COme I faint thy tedious stay doubles each hower of the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Day, the Nimble hast of winged love, makes aged time not seem to move. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Did not the night, and then the light, instruct my sight, I should forget the Sunn, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 For-get his flight. Shew not the drooping Marigold, whose Leaves like dolefull Armes doe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Fold, my longing nothing can ex-plaine, but Soule and Body rent in twaine. Did I not 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Moane, and sigh and groane, and talke alone, I might believe my Soule from home were gone. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 GOd Lyeus ever young, ever Honour'd ever sung, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 stain'd with Blood of lusty Grapes, in a thousand lusty shapes. Daunce upon the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Mazers brim, in the crimson Liquor swim, from thy plenteous hand Divine, let a 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 River run with wine, God of mirth let this day heere, enter neither care nor 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Feare, en-ter neither care nor feare. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 NOt Roses coucht within a Lilly bed, are those commixtures 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 That depaint thy Face, nor yet the white, which silvers Hyem's head, Mixt with the dewy 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Mornings purple grace; But thou whose fayre my Senses captive led, whom I erst 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Fondly deem'd of heavenly race, hast from my guiltlesse Blood which thou hast 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Shed, and envies palenesse got thy white and Red. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 SO many Loves have I neglected, whose good parts might move 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Mee, that now I am of all re-ject-ed, there is none will Love mee. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Why is Mayden heat so coy, it Freezeth when it burneth, loosing what it 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Might enjoy and having lost it mourneth. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 NOw the Lu-sty Spring is seen, greene, yellow, gaudy blue, daintily in-vites 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 the view on ev'ry Bush on ev'ry greene, Roses blushing as they blowe 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And inviting men to pull, Lillies whiter then the Snow, Woodbines 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 With sweet hony full. All Loves Emblemes, and all cry Ladyes if not 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Plucks you dye. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHerefore peep'st thou envious day, Wee can Kisse without thee, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Lovers hate that golden ray, that thou bear'st about thee. Go and give them 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Light that sorrow, or the Saylor flying, our Embraces need no Morrow 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Nor our pleasures Eying. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 TUrne Turne, turne thy beautious face away, how pale and sickly looks the 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Day in emulation of thy brighter Beames. O envious light fly fly begone 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Come Night and joyne two breasts in one, when what Love does we will re-peate 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 in dreames. Yet thine eyes open, who can day hence fright 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Let but their Lidds fall and it will be night. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 WHen I behold my Mistres face, where beauty hath her dwell-ing place, 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And see those seeing starres her eyes, In whom Loves fire for ever lyes. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 And heare her witty Charming words, her sweet Tongue to mine Eare affords 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Mee thinks he wants Wit, Eares, and Eyes, whom Love makes not Idolatrize. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 MY Love and I for Kisses plaid shee would keepe stakes 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 I was content, but when I wonn shee would be paid, this made mee 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Aske her what shee meant. Nay since I see quoth shee I see quoth 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Shee your wrangling vaine, take your own Kisses and I'le take mine a-gaine. 〈♫〉

〈♫〉 Tarry O tarry faire at the sigh's at the prayre of who thy deare eyes adm'res Hark how each thing wee see doe all discourse of shee, so thy beauty all Inspires. 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 The Birds thy praises sing smooth windes the blessing acknowledge to thy breath Th'earth sayes thou art their spring, each flower confessing their sent and Colour was 〈♫〉 〈♫〉 Of their sweet breathing. Of thy be-queathing. 〈♫〉