see: F.Pilkington: First Booke, No.XVIII
see: W.Corkine: Ayres, No.XII
Doe not, O do not prize thy beautie.
Beautie sate bathing by a spring.
Goe to bed sweete Muze, take thy rest.
Shall I looke to ease my griefe.
What if I sped where I least expected.
Sweete if you like and loue me still.
Sease troubled thoughts to sigh.
Scinthia Queene of Seas and Lands.
Blame not my cheekes.
There is a Garden in her face.
Sweete Loue my onely Treasure.
Thinkst thou Kate to put me downe.
When will the fountaine of my teares be drye.
Flye from the world.
Happy he who to sweete home retirde.
see: W.Corkine: Ayres, No.IX
see: A.Ferrabosco: Ayres, No.XVII
see: P.Rosseter: A Booke of Ayres, No.XIIII
see: Th.Campion: Fovrth Booke No.VII
see: A.Ferrabosco: Ayres, No.XVI
These following are for 2. Trebles.
see: Th.Campion: Third Booke No.II
Disdaine that so doth fill me.
Now let her change and spare not.
Since iust disdaine began to rise.
At her fayre hands how haue I grace intreated.
Oft haue I muzde the cause to finde.
Now haue I learned with much adoo at last.
see: F.Pilkington: The First Booke, No.VIII
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