A Louers desire for his best beloued: OR, Come away, come away, and doe not stay.
To an excellent new Court Tune.
NOw the spring is come, turne to thy Loue
to thy Loue, to thy Loue, to thy Loue,
make no delay:
While the flowers spring, & the birds do sing,
their swéet tunes, their swéet tunes, their swéet tunes,
and doe not stay,
Where I will fill thy lap full of flowres,
And couer thee with shadie bowres,
come away, come away, come away,
and doe not stay.
Shall I languish stil for my Loue, for my loue,
for my Loue, for my Loue, &c.
without relief:
Shall my faith so well approued,
now dispaire, now dispaire, &c,
vnto my griefe?
Where shall beautie then be found,
But where vertue doth abound?
come away, come away, &c.
and do &c.
Flora here hath made a bed
for my Loue, for my Loue, &c.
with Roses red:
Phoebus beames to stay are bent,
for to yeeld, for to yeeld, &c.
my Loue content:
And the pleasant Eglantine
Made with a thousand flowers fine:
come away, come away, &c.
and doe &c.
Harke how the Nightingale swéetly doth sing
for my Loue, for my Loue, &c.
the Lambes do play,
Pan, to please my Loue, the Rocks makes to ring,
And doth pipe, and doth pipe, &c.
a rounde lay.
She the pleasant rushy Brookes,
And euery Flower for my Loue lookes,
come away, come away,
and do not stay,
Beauties Queene with all her traine,
doth attend, doth attend &c.
upon my Deare:
Tripping Satyrs they do dance amaine,
to delight, to delight, &c.
her hath no phere.
Muses nine with Musicke sweet.
Do all attend my Loue to meet
come away, come away, &c.
and doe &c.
Fairest fayre, now turne to thy Loue,
to thy Loue, to thy Loue, &c.
that loues thee best:
Sweet, let pitty moue, grant loue for loue,
like the Doue, like the Doue, &c.
for euer rest.
Crowne thy delights with hopefull ioy
[...]s,
Thy loue reuiues, thy hate destroyes,
come away, come away, come away,
and do not stay.
The Second Part. OR The VVomans ansvver.
To the same tune.
VVHo ist that calleth me come away;
tis my Loue, tis my &c.
most chearefull voice:
He looks cherefull as the bright day,
which doth make, which doth &c.
each heart reioyce.
With flowers sweet Ile make my bed,
My lap a pillow for thy head.
come away, come &c. and doe &c.
If thou doubtest, Swéetest proue,
that thy Loue, that thy &c.
she lou'd thee euer.
Nor ne're think, deare, but I will be thy Doue
and from thee, and from &c,
Ile neuer seuer:
Tis not beauty makes me proud,
For tis that heauen hath allowd
come away, come &c, and do &c.
See the louely Queen of Flowres
she hath strewn, she hath &c.
thy way to trace:
Trees do bend to make thee bowers,
Satyrs peep, Satyrs &c
to see thy face:
Lambes to please thee leap and skip,
And little Fairies trip.
come away, come &c. and doe &c.
Woods yeeld pleasant harmony,
for my Loue, for my &c.
the Birds do sing,
Thy absence makes them seem to cry:
phillis crownes
Phillis &c,
thee Summers King:
With a wreath of flowres sweet,
All the Nimphs my loue do greet,
come away, come &c, and doe &c.
Venus doth not stick to sweare
By her Doues, by her &c.
sheel steale my Loue:
And as for
A
[...]on teares her haire,
her faire eyes, her faire &c.
much sorrow proues:
But for all the Indian wealth,
None shall haue him but my selfe:
come away, come &c and do not stay:
Like the words eye my Loue doth appeare
when his steeds, when his &c.
approach the morne:
And his face the Clowds doe cleare,
dims the stars, dims the &c,
and
Cynthias horne:
Now I am in my marriage bed,
See my armes for thee are spred.
come away, come away, come away, and doe not stay.
FINIS
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