The second booke of songs or ayres, of 2. 4. and 5. parts vvith tableture for the lute or orpherian, with the violl de gamba. Composed by Iohn Dovvland Batcheler of Musick, and lutenist to the King of Denmark: also an excelent lesson for the lute and base viol, called Dowlands adew. Published by George Eastland, and are to be sould at his house neere the greene Dragon and Sword, in Fleetstreete.

Psal. 150.

Praise GOD vpon the Lute and Vi - oll .

THE SECOND BOOKE of Songs or Ayres , of 2. 4. and 5. parts : With Tableture for the Lute or Orpherian , with the Violl de Gamba .

Composed by IOHN DOWLAND Batcheler of Musick , and Lutenist to the King of Denmark : Also an excelent lesson for the Lute and Base Viol , called Dowlands adew .

Published by George Eastland , and are to be sould at his house neere the greene Dragon and Sword , in Fleetstreete .

LONDON : Printed by Thomas Este , the assigne of Thomas Morley . 1600.

TO THE RIGHT Honorable the Lady Lucie Comptesse of BEDFORD .

EXcellent Ladie : I send vnto your La: from the Court of a forreine Prince , this volume of my second labours : as to the worthiest Patronesse , of Musicke : which is the Noblest of all Sciences : for the whole frame of Nature , is nothing but Harmonie , as wel in soules , as bodies : And because I am now remoued from your sight , I will speake boldly , that your La: shall be vnthankfull to Nature hir selfe , if you doe not loue , & defend that Art , by which , she hath giuen you so well tuned a minde .

Your Ladiship hath in your selfe , an excellent agreement of many vertues , of which : though I admire all , Yet I am bound by my profession , to giue especiall honor , to your knowledge of Musicke : which in the iudgement of ancient times , was so proper an excelencie to Woemen , that the Muses tooke their name from it , and yet so rare , that the world durst imagin but nine of them .

I most humby beseech your La: to receiue this worke , into your fauour : and the rather , because it commeth far to begit , of you . From Helsingnoure in Denmarke the first of Iune .

1600.

Your Ladiships

in all humble deuotion :

Iohn Dowland .

A. ij .

To the right Noble and Vertuous Ladie , Lucie Comptesse of BEDFORD .

G. Eastland . To I. Dowlands Lute .

LVte arise and charme the aire , Vntill a thousand formes shee beare , Coniure them all that they repaire , Into the circles of hir eare , Euer to dwell in concord there , By this thy tunes may haue accesse , Euen to hir spirit whose flowring treasure , Doth sweetest Harmonie expresse , Filling all eares and hearts with pleasure On earth , obseruing heauenly measure , Right well can shee Judge and defend them , Doubt not of that for shee can mend them .

To the curteous Reader .

GEntlemen , if the consideration of mine owne estate , or the true worth of mony , had preuailed with me , aboue the desire of pleasuring you , and shewing my loue to my friend , this second labours of Maister Dowland , ( whose very name is a large preface of commendacions to the booke , ) had for euer laine hid in darknesse , or at the least frozen in a colde and forreine country . I assure you that both my charge and paines in publishing it , hath exceeded ordinary , yet thus much I haue to assure mee of requitall , that neither the work is ordinary nor are your iudgements ordinary to whom I present it , so that I haue no reason but to hope for good increase in my labours , especially of your good fauours toward mee , which of all things I most esteeme . Which if I finde in this , I meane shortly ( God willing ) to set at liberty for your seruice , a prisoner taken at Cales , who if hee discouers not something ( in matter of Musicke ) worthy your knowledge , let the reputation of my iudgement in Musicke aunswere it . In the meane time , I commend my absent friend to your remembrance , and my selfe to your fauorable conceits .

George Eastland .

From my house neere the greene Dragon and sword in Fleetstreet .

A TABLE OF ALL the Songs contained in this BOOKE . Songs to two voices . I saw my Lady weepe : I Flow my teares fall from your springs : II Sorow sorow stay , lend true repentant teares : III Dye not before thy day : IIII Mourne , mourne , day is with darknesse fled : V Tymes eldest sonne , old age the heire of ease : First part . VI Then sit thee downe , & say thy Nunc demittis : Second part . VII When others sings Venite exultemus : Third part . VIII Songs to 4. voices . Praise blindnesse eies , for seeing is deceipt : IX O sweet woods , the delight of solitarienesse : X If fluds of teares could clense my follies past : XI Fine knacks for Ladies , cheap , choise , braue and new : XII Now cease my wandring eyes : XIII Come ye heauie states of night : XIIII White as Lillies was hir face : XV Wofull heart with griefe opressed : XVI A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made : XVII Faction that euer dwells in court : XVIII Shall I sue , shall I seeke for grace : XIX Finding in fields my Siluia all alone : XX Songs to 5. voices . Cleare or Cloudie sweet as Aprill showring : XXI Humor say what makst thou heere : XXII FINIS .

CANTO . To the most famous , Anthony Holborne .

I Saw my La-dy weepe , and for - row proud to bee ad-uan-ced so : in those faire eies , ij . where all perfections keepe , hir face was full of woe , full ofwoe , but such a woe ( beleeue me ) as wins more hearts , then mirth can doe , with hir , ij . ty-sing sing parts .

Sorow was there made faire , And passion wise , eares a delightfull thing , Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare , Shee made hir sighes to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadnesse moue , As made my heart at once both grieue and loue . O fayrer then ought ells , The world can shew , leaue of in time to grieue , Inough , inough , your ioyfull lookes excells , Teares kills the heart belieue , O striue not to bee excellent in woe , Which onely breeds your beauties ouerthrow .

I. CANTO . To the most famous , Anthony Holborne .

I saw my Lady weep , ii . ij . ij . and sorrow proud , to bee aduanced so , in those fayer eyes , ij . wher all perfections keep : Hir face was full full of woe , But such a woe , as winnes more hearts , Then mirth can doe , with hir intising parts .

II.

CANTO . Lacrime : FLow my teares fall from your springs , Exilde for e - uer : Let mee Downe vaine lights shine you no more , No nights are dark e - nough for morne where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings , there let mee liue for - lorne . those that in dis - paire their last fortuns deplore , light doth but shame dis - close . Neuer may my woes be re-lieued , since pit - tie is fled , and teares , and sighes , and grones From the highest spire of con-tentment , my for - tune is throwne , and feare , and griefe , and paine my wearie dayes , ij . of all ioyes here de-pri-ued - ued . for my de-serts , ij . are my hopes since hope is gone . Harke you shadowes that in darcknesse dwell , learne to contemne light , Happie , happie they ☞ ☞

☞ that in hell feele not the worlds des - pite . ☞

II. BASSO . LACRIME . FLow teares from your springs , Ex - I ld for e - uer let me mourne : wher Down lights shine no more , no night is dark enough for those : that nights black bird hir sad in - fa - my sings , ther let me liue forlorne . in dis - pair their fortunes de-plore , light doth but shame disclose . Ne - uer may my woes , my woes , be re-lie - ued , since pitt'is fled : and teares , and From the high-est spire , high'st spire of contentment , my fortunes throwne , and feare , and sighes , and grones , my wea-ry dayes , ij . all ioyes haue depriued . Harke that in griefe , and paine , for my de-serts , ij . are hopes , hope is gone . darkenesse dwel , learne to contemne light , Happy : ij . they that in hell feele not the worlds despite .

III.

CANTO .

SOrrow sorrowstay , lend true repentant teares , to a woefull , ij . wretch-ed wight , hence , ij . dis - paire with thy tor - menting feares : doe not , O doe not my heart poore heart affright , pitty , ij . ij . ij , ij , ij , help now or neuer , mark me not to endlesse paine , ij . a - las I am cōdempne'd , ij . I am condempned e-uer , nohope , no help , ther doth re-maine , but downe , down , down , down I fall , ij . downe ☞ ☞

☞ and a-rise , ij . I ne - uer shall , but downe , downe , downe ☞ downe , I fall , ij . downe and a - rise , ij . I ne - uer shall .

III. BASSO .

SOrrow sorrow stay , lend true repentant teares , lend true repentant repentant teares , to a woefull wofull wretched wight : Hence hence dispaire , with thy tormenting feares , ij . Oh do not my poore hart my poore hart affright : Pittie pittie help now or neuer , marke mee not to endlesse paine , ij . alasse I am condemned , condemned euer : ij . I am condem'd euer , no hope no help ther doth remaine , but downe d. d. d. d. I fall , but downe d. d. d. d. d. I fall , downe & arise , downe and a - rise , a - rise I never shall , but downe d. d. d. d. I fall , but downe d. d. d. d. d. I fall , downe & arise , downe & a - rise , a - rise , arise , ij . ij . ij . I. neuer shall .

IIII.

CANTO .

DYe not bee - fore thy day , poore poore man condemned , But life thy low lookes , ij . from the humble earth , Kisse not dispaire & see sweet hope con-temned : The hag hath no delight , but mone but mone for mirth , O fye poore fond ▪ ling , ij . fie fie be willing , to pre - serue thy self from killing : Hope thy keeper glad to free thee , Bids thee goe and will not see thee , ☞ ☞

☞ hye thee quickly from thy wrong , so shee endes hir willing song . ☞

IIII. BASSO .

DYe not before thy day poore man condén'd , but lift thy low looks ij . thy lookes from t'humble earth , kisse not dispaire & see sweet hope cótemned : The hag hath no delight but mone but mone for mirth , O fye O fye fye poore fondling fye fye be willing , to preserue thy selfe from killing , Hope hope thy keeper is glad for to free thee , and bids thee goe and will not see thee , hye thee quickly from thy wrong , so shee endes hir willing song .

CANTO .

MOurne , mourne , day is with darknesse fled , what heauen then go-uernes earth , ô none , but hell in heauens stead , choaks with his mistes our mirth . Mourne mourne , looke now for no more day nor night , but that from hell , Then all must as they may in darkenesse learne to dwell . But yet this change , must needes change our delight , that thus the Sunne , ij . the Sun should harbour with the night .

V. BASSO .

MOurne daies with darknesse fled , What heauen then gouernes earth , O none but hell in heauens stead , Chokes with his mists our mirth . Mourne looke now for no more day , nor night but that from hell , Then all must as they may , In darknesse learne to dwell , But yet this change , this change , must change must change delight , That thus the Sunne should harbour with the night .

VI.

CANTO .

TImes eldest sonne , olde age the heyre of ease , Strengths foe , loues woe , and foster to deuotion , bids gallant youths in marshall prowes please , as for himselfe , hee hath no earth-ly motion , But thinks sighes , teares , vowes , praiers , and sa - cri-fi-ces , As good as showes , maskes , iustes , or tilt de-ui-ses . But thinckes .

¶ First part . VI. BASSO .

TImes eldest sonne olde age olde age the heire of ease , strengthes foe , loues woe and foster to deuotion : Bids gallant youthes in martial prowes please , as for him selse he hath no earthly motion , but thincks but thincks sighes teares , vowes , prayers , and sacrifices , as good as shewes , masks , Iusts , or Tilt deuises . But thincks :

VII .

CANTO . Second part .

THen sit thee downe , and say thy Nune Demittis , with De profundis , Credo , and Te Deum , Chant Mise-re-re for what now so fit is , as that , or this , Para-tum est cor meum , O that thy Saint would take in worth thy hart , thou canst not please hir with a better part . O that thy

VII . BASSO . Second part .

THen sit thee downe and say thy Nunc de-mittis with De profundis , Credo , and Te deum , chant Mi-serere , for what now so fit is , as that or this , Paratum est cor meum , O that thy Saint would take in worth thy heart , thou canst not please hir with a better part . O that thy

VIII .

CANTO . Third part .

WHen others sings Venite exultemus , stand by and turne to Noli emulari , For quare fremu - e-runt vse oremus Viuat E - li-za , Vi - uat E - li - za , Foran aue mari , and teach those swains that liues about thy cell , to say A - men A - men when thou dost pray so well .

Heere endeth the Songs of two parts ,

VIII . BASSO . Third part .

WHen others sings Venite venite exul - temus , stand by and turne to noli to noli emu-lari , for quare fremuerunt vse Oremus , Vi - uat E - li - za , Vi - uat E - li - za for an Aue Mari , and teach those swaines that liues a - bout thy cell : to sing A - men A - men , when thou doest pray so well .

Heere endeth the songs of two parts .

IX .

CANTO .

PRaise blindnesseeies , for see-ing is deceit , Bee dumbe vaine tongue , words are but flattering windes , breake hart & bleed for ther is no re-ceit , to purge in-constancy from most mens Lenuoy : mindes . And so I wackt amazd and could not moue , I know my dreame was Lenuoy : true , and yet I loue .

And if thine eares false Haralds to thy hart , Conuey into thy head hopes to obtaine , Then tell thy hearing thou art deafe by art , Now loue is art that wonted to be plaine , Now none is bald except they see his braines , Affection is not knowne till one be dead , Reward for loue are labours for his paines , Loues quiuer made of gold his shafts of leade . And so I wackt , &c.

IX . ALTO .

PRaise blindnesse eyes , for seeing is deceit , be dumbe vaine tonge , words are but flattering windes , Lenuoy : breake hart & bleed , for there is no receit , to purge inconstancy , from most mens mindes . And so I wackt amazed and could not moue , I know my dreame was true and yet I loue .

IX . BASSO .

PRaise blindnesse eyes for seeing is deceit , be dumbe vaine tonge words are but flattering wyndes , break hart and bleed for there is no receit , Lenuoy : to purge inconstancie from most mens myndes . And so I wackt a - maz'd and could not moue , I know my dreame was true , and yet I loue .

IX . TENORE .

PRaise blindnesse eyes for seeing is deceit , be dumbe vaine tonge , words are but flattering windes , Lenuoy : breake hart & bleed , for ther is no receit , to purge inconstancy from most mens mindes . And so I wackt amazd and could not moue , I know my dreame my dreame was true and yet I loue .

CANTO . To Maister Hugh Holland .

O Sweet woods the de - light of so - li - ta - ri - nesse , O how much doe I loue your so - li - ta - ri - resse . From fames desire , from loues delight retir'd , In these sad groues an Hermits life I led , And those false pleasures which I once ad - mir'd , With sad re-mem-brance of my fall , ij I diead , To birds , to trees , to earth , im - part I this , For shee lesse se - cret , and as sence - lesse is .

Experience which repentance onely brings , Doth bid mee now my hart from loue estrange , Loue is disdained when it doth looke at Kings , And loue loe placed base and apt to change : Ther power doth rake from him his liberty , Hir want of worth makes him in cradell die . O sweet woods , &c. O how much , &c. You men that giue false worship vnto Loue , And seeke that which you neuer shall obtaine , The endlesse worke of Sisiphus you procure , Whole end is this to know you striue in vaine , Hope and desire which now your Idols bee , You needs must loose and feele dispaire with mee . O sweet woods , &c. O how much , &c. You woods in you the fairest Nimphs haue walked , Nimphes at whose sight all harts did yeeld to Loue , You woods in whom deere louers oft haue talked , How doe you now a place of mourning proue , Wansted my Mistres saith this is the doome , Thou art loues Childbed , Nursery , and Tombe . O sweet woods , &c. O how much , &c.

X. ALTO .

O Sweet woods sweet woods the delight of Solitarinesse , O how much doe I loue your solitarinesse . From fames desire , from loues delight retyrde , in these sad groues an Hermits lyfe I led , I led , and those , ij . false pleasures which I once admir'd , with sad remembrance of my fall , ij . I dread , to birds , to trees , to earth , ij . impart I this , for she lesse secret & as senceles is .

X. BASSO . To Maister Hugh Holland .

O How much doe I loue your so - li - ta-rinesse . From fames desire , from loues delight retirde , In those sad groues an Hermits life I led , I led , And these false pleasures which I once admirde , With sad remembrance of my fall , ij I dread , to birds , to trees , to earth , ij . impart I this , For she lesse secret and as sencelesse is .

X. TENORE .

O Sweet woods the delight of solitarinesse , O how much doe I loue your solitari - nesse . From Fames desire , from loues delight retyrde , in these sad groues an Hermits lyfe I led , I led , and those false pleasures which I once admyr'd , with sad remembrance of my fall , ij . I dread , to birds , to trees , to earth , ij . impart I this , for shee lesse secret and as sencelesse sencelesse is .

XI .

CANTO .

IF fluds of teares could cleanse my follies past , And smoakes of sighes might sa - cri - fice for sinne , If groning cries might salue my fault at last , Or endles mone , for error pardon win , Then would I cry , weepe , sigh , and euer mone , mine er-rors , fault , sins , follies past and gone .

I see my hopes must wither in their bud , I see my fauours are no lasting flowers , I see that woords will breede no better good , Then losse of time and lightening but at houres , Thus when I see then thus I say therefore , That fauours hopes and words , can blinde no more ▪

XI . ALTO .

IF fluds of teares could clense my follies past , and smoakes of sighes might sacrifice for sinne , If groning cries might salue my falt at last , or endlesse mone for error pardon winne , Then would I crye , weep , sigh and euer mone , myne errors fault , errors fault , sinnes follies past and gone .

XI . BASSO .

IF fluds of teares could clense my follies past , & smoaks of sighes might sacrifice for sinne , if groning cries might salue my fault at last , or endlesse mone for error pardon winne , Then would I crye , weep , sigh and euer mone , myne errors ij . faults , sinnes follies past and gone .

XI . TENORE .

IF fluds of teares could elense my follies past , And smoakes of sighes might sacrifice for sinne , If groning cries might salue my fault at last , Or endles mone for error pardon win , Then would I cry , weepe , sigh , and euer mone , Mine errors , ij . faults , sins , sins , follies past and gone .

XII .

CANTO .

FIne knacks for ladies , cheape choise braue and new , Good penniworths but mony can-not moue , I keepe a faier but for the faier to view , a begger may bee liberall of loue , Though all my wares bee trash the hart is true , the hart is true , the hart is , true .

Great gifts are guiles and looke for gifts againe , My trifles come , as treasures from my minde , It is a precious Iewell to bee plaine , Sometimes in shell th' orienst pearles we finde , Of others take a sheafe , of mee a graine , Of mee a graine , Of mee a graine . Within this packe pinnes points laces & gloues , And diuers toies fitting a country faier , But my hart where duety serues and loues , Turtels & twins , courts brood , a heauenly paier , Happy the hart that thincks of no-remoues , Of no remoues , Of no remoues .

XII . ALTO .

FIne knacks for Ladies , cheape , choise , braue and new , good peniworthes , but mony cannot moue , I keep a fayer , but for the fayer to view , a begger may be liberall of loue , though all my wares be trash , the heart is true , ij . ij . is true .

XII . BASSO .

FIne knacks for Ladies cheap , choise , braue and new , good peni - worthes , but mony cannot moue , I keep a fayer , but for the fayer to view , a begger may be liberall of loue : though all my wares be trash , the heart is true , is true , the heart is true , ij . the heart is true .

XII . TENORE .

FIne knacks for Ladies , cheap , choise , braue and new , good peniworthes but mony cannot moue , I keepe a fayer but for the fayer to view , a begger may be liberall of loue , though all my wares be trash , the heart , the heart is true . ij . is true , the heart is true , the heart is true .

XIII .

CANTO . NOw cease my wandring eies , Strange beauties to admire , One faith In change least comfort lies , Long ioyes yeeld long desire . New hopes one loue , Makes our fraile pleasures e-ter-nall , And in sweetnesse proue . new ioyes , Are still with sor-row decli-ning , Vn-to deepe a - noies . One man hath but one soule , Which art cannot deuide , If all one soule must loue , Two loues most be denide , One soule one loue , By faith and merit vnited cannot remoue , Distracted spirits , Are euer changing & haplesse in their delights . Nature two eyes hath giuen , All beautie to impart , Aswell in earth as heauen , But she hath giuen one hart , That though wee see , Ten thousand beauties yet in vs one should be , One stedfast loue , Because our harts stand fixt although our eies do moue .

XIII . ALTO . NOw cease my wandring eyes , strange beaw-ties to admyre . One faith one In change least comfort lyes , long Ioyes yeld long de-sire . New hopes new loue makes our fraile pleasures eter-nall , and in sweetnesse proue . Ioyes are still with sor - row decli-ning , vn-to deep a - noyes .

XIII . BASSO . NOw cease my wandring eyes , strange beaw-ties to ad-myre : In change least com-fort lyes , long Ioyes yeld long de-sire . One fayth one loue makes our fraile pleasures e-ter-nall , and in sweetnesse proue . New hopes new Ioyes are still with sor - row decli-ning , vn - to deep a - noyes .

XIII . TENORE . NOw cease my wandring eyes , strange bew-ties to admyre . One faith one In change least comfort lyes , long Ioyes yeld long desyre . New hopes new loue , ij . makes our fraile pleasures eternall , and in sweetnesse prout . Ioyes , ij . are still with sorrow declining , vn-to deep a - noyes .

XIIII .

CANTO .

COme yee heauy states of night , Doe my fathers spirit right , Sound - ings balefull let mee borrow , Burthe-ning my song with sorrow , Come sor-row come hir eies that sings , By thee are tur - ned in - to springs .

Come you Virgins of the night , That in Dirges sad delight , Quier my Anthems , I doe borrow Gold nor pearle , but sounds of sorrow : Come sorrow come hir eies that sings , By thee are tourned into springs .

XIIII . ALTO .

COme come ye heauy states of night , doe my fathers spirit right , soundings balefull let me borrow , burthening my song with sorrow , Come sorrow come come hir eyes that sings , by thee are turned , are turned in - to springs .

XIIII . BASSO .

COme , come yee heauie states of night , Doe my fathers spirit right , Soun - dings balefull let mee borrow , Burthening my song with sorrow , Come sorrow come hir eies that singe , By thee are turned in-to spring .

XIIII . TENORE .

COme come ye heauy states of night , doe my fathers spirit right , soundings balefull let me borrow , burthening my song with sorrow , Come for - row come hir eyes that singes , by thee are tur - ned , are turn'd into springs .

XV.

CANTO .

WHite as Lillies was hir face , When she smiled , She bee - guiled , Quitting faith with foule disgrace , Vertue seruice thus neglected , Heart with for - rowes hath in-fected .

2 When I swore my hart hir owne , Shee disdained , I complained , Yet shee left mee ouerthrowen , Careles of my bitter groning , Ruthlesse bent to no relieuing . 3 Vowes and oaths and faith assured , Constant euer , Changing neuer , Yet shee could not bee procured , To belecue my paines exceeding , From hir sçant neglect proceeding . 4 Oh that Loue should haue the art , By surmises , And disguises , To destroy a faithfull hart , Or that wanton looking women , Should reward their friends as foemen . 5 All in vaine is Ladies loue , Quickly choosed , Shortly loosed , For their pride is to remoue , Out alas their looks first won vs , And their pride hath straight vndone vs . 6 To thy selfe the sweetest faier , Thou hast wounded , And confounded , Changles faith with foule dispaier , And my seruice hath enuied , And my succours hath denied . 7 By thine error thou haft loft , Hart vnfained , Truth vnstained , And the swaine that loued most , More assured in loue then many , More dispised in loue then any , 8 For my hart though set at nought , Since you will it , Spoile and kill it , I will neuer change my thoughts , But grieue that beautie ere was borne .

XV. ALTO .

WHite as Lillies was hir face , When shee smiled shee beguiled , Quitting faith with soule dis - grace , Vertue seruice thus neglected , Heart with sorrowes hath in - fected .

XV. BASSO .

WHite as Lillies was hir face , When shee smiled , Shee beguiled , Quit - ting fath with foule disgrace , Vertue seruice thus neglected , Heart with sorrowes hath infected .

XV. TENORE .

WHite as Lillies was hir face , When shee smiled , She beguiled , Quitting faith with foule dis - grace , Vertue seruice thus neg-lected , heart with sorrowes with sorrowes hath in - sected .

XVI .

CANTO .

WOfull hart with griefe oppressed , Since my fortunes most dis - tressed , From my ioyes hath mee re - mo - ued , Follow those sweet eies adored , Those sweet eyes where - in are stored , All my plea - sures best bee - loued .

Fly my breast , leaue mee forsaken , Wherein Griese his seate hath taken , All his arrowes through mee darting , Thou maist liue by hir Sunne-shining , I shall suffer no more pining , By thy losse , then by hir parting .

XVI . ALTO .

WOfull heart with griefe oppressed , since my fortunes most distressed , From my Ioyes my Ioyes hath mee remou'd , follow those sweet eyes a - dored , those faier eyes wherein are stored , all my ple - sures best be - loued .

XVI . BASSO .

WOfull heart with griese oppressed , since my fortunes most di-stressed , from my Ioyes hath me re-mou'd , follow those sweet eyes , sweet eyes a - dored , all my plea - sures best beloued .

XVI . TENORE .

WOfull heart with griese oppressed , since my fortunes most distressed , From my Ioyes , my Ioyes hath me re-moued , Follow those sweet eyes those sweet eyes adored , those sweet eyes wher - in are stored , all my pleasures best pleasures best be - loued .

XVII .

CANTO . A Shepheard in a shade , his plaining made , Of loue and lo-uers wrong , Since loue and Fortune will , I honour still , your faire and louely eye , Vn - to the fairest lasse , That trode on grasse , And thus bee-gan his song , What conquest will it bee , Sweet Nimph for thee , It I for sorrow dye , Restore , restore my hart againe , Which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine , Least that inforst by your disdaine , I sing , Fye fye on loue , ij . it is a foolish thing . My hart where haue you laid O cruell maide , To kill when you might saue , Why haue yee cast it sorth as nothing worth , Without a tombe or graue . O let it bee intombed and lye , In your sweet minde and memorie , Least I resound on euery warbling string , Fyefye on loue that is a foolish thing .

XVII . ALTO . A Shepherd in a shade , his plaining made , of loue & louets wrong , vn - to the fairest lasse , Since loue and fortune will , I honour still , your faire & louely eye , what conquest will it be , ij . that trode on grasse , and thus be - gan his song . Restore restore my heart a - ij . sweet Nimphe for thee , if I for sor-row dye . gaine , which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine , by your disdain I sing , fie fie on loue , fie fie on loue , fie , it is a folish thing .

XVII . BASSO . A A Shepherd in a shade , his plaining made , of loue & Since loue and fortune will , I ho-nour still , your faire & lo-uers wrong , vn - to the fai-rest lasse , that trode on loue-ly eye , what conquest will it be , sweet Nimphe for grasse , and thus began his song . Restore restore my heart a - thee , if I for sorrow dye . gaine , which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine , least that inforst by your disdaine I sing , fie fie on loue , fie fie on loue fie it is a fo-lish thing .

XVII . TENORE . A Shepherd in a shade , his playning made . of loue and louers wrong , vn - to the fai-rest lasse , Since loue & fortnue wil , I ho-nour still , your faier and louely eye , what conquest will it be , ij . that trode on grasse , and thus be - gan his song . Restore restore my heart a - sweet Nimphe for thee , if I for sor-row dye . gaine , which loue by thy sweet sweet lookes hath slaine , least that inforst , inforst by your disdaine , ij . I sing fie fie on loue , fie fie fie on loue it is a folish thing .

XVIII .

CANTO .

FAction that euer dwels , In court where wits excells , hath set de-fiance , Fortune and loue hath sworne , That they were neuer borne , of one aliance .

1 Fortune sweares , weakest harts The booke of Cupids arts Turne with hir wheele , Sences themselues shall proue Venture hir place in loue Aske them that feele . 2 This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good , Fortune should euer dwell In court where wits excell Loue keepe the wood . 3 So to the wood went I With loue to liue and die Fortune forlorne , Experience of my youth Made mee thinke humble truth In desert borne . 4 My saint is deere to mee , And Ione hir selfe is shee Ione faier and true , Ione that doth euer moue , Passions of loue with loue Fortune adiew .

XVIII . ALTO .

FAction that e - uer dwells , in Court where wittes excells , hath set defiance , fortune and loue , hath sworne , that they were ne - uer borne of one a - liance .

XVIII . BASSO .

FAction , that euer dwells , in Court where wittes excells , hath set de - fiance , fortune , and loue hath sworne , that they were neuer borne , of one aliance .

XVIII . TENORE .

FAction , that euer dwells , in Court where witts excells , hath set de-fiance : Forrune and loue , hath sworne , that they were ne - uer borne , of one a - liance .

XIX .

CANTO .

SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace ? Shall I pray shall I proue ? Shall I striue to a heauenly Ioy , with an earthly loue ? Shall I think that a bleeding hart or a wounded eie , Or a sigh can ascend the cloudes to at-taine so hie .

2 Silly wretch forsake these dreames , of a vaine desire , O bethinke what hie regard , holy hopes doe require . Fauour is as faire as things are , treasure is not bought , Fauour is not wonne with words , nor the wish of a thought . 3 Pittie is but a poore defence , for a dying hart , Ladies eies respect no mone , in a meane desert . Shee is to worthie far , for a worth so base , Cruell and but iust is shee , in my iust disgrace . Iustice giues each man his owne , though my loue bee iust , Yet will not shee pittie my griefe , therefore die I must , Silly hart then yeeld to die , perish in dispaire , Witnesse yet how faine I die , When I die for the faire .

XIX . ALTO .

SHall I sue , shall I seeke for grace , shall I pray , shall I proue , shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye , with an earthly loue , shall I thinck that a bleeding heart , ij . or a wounded eye , or a sigh can ascend the cloudes , ascend the cloudes , to attaine so hie .

XIX . BASSO .

SHall I sue shall I seeke for grace , shall I pray shall I proue , shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye with an earthly loue : Shall I thinck , ij . that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye , or a sigh , can ascend the cloudes to attaine so hie .

XIX . TENORE .

SHall I sue , shall I seeke for grace , shall I pray , shall I proue , shall I striue to a heauenly Ioye with an earthly loue , Shall I thinck that a bleeding heart or a wounded eye , or a sigh can ascend the cloudes , the cloudes , to attaine so hie .

XX.

CANTO .

for FInding in fields : ye shall finde a better dittie .

TOsse not my soule , O loue twixt hope and feare , Shew mee some ground where I may firme - ly stand or sure - ly fall , I care not which a - peare , So one will close mee Lenuoy : in a cer-taine band . When once of ill the vtter - most is Lenuoy : knowen , The strength of for - row quite is o-uer throwne .

Take mee Assurance to thy blisfull holde , Or thou Despaire vnto thy darkest Cell , Fach hath full rest , the one in ioyes enrolde , Th' other , in that hee feares no more , is well : When once the vttermost of ill is knowne , The strength of sorrow quite is ouerthrowne . The end of the foure parts .

XX. ALTO .

TOsse not my soule ( O loue ) twixt hope and feare , shew mee some ground wher I may firm - ly stand , or surely fall , ij . I care not which apeare , so one will close mee in a Lenuoy : certaine band , in a certaine band . When once of ill , the vttermost is knowne , ij . the strength of sorrow quite is ouerthrowne .

XX. BASSO .

TOsse not my soule : Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand , or surely fall , ij . I care not which apeare , so one will close , ij . Lenuoy : will close mee in a certaine band . When once of ill the vttermost is knowne , the strength of sorrow quite is ouer throwne .

The end of the foure parts .

XX. TENORE .

TOsse not my soule , ( O loue , ) twixt hope & feare , ij . Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand or surely fall , or fall , or surely fall , I care not which apeare , ij . Lenuoy : so one will close , mee in a certaine band . When once of ill , the vtter - most , when once of ill the vttermost is knowne , the strength of sorrow quite is ouer throwne .

XXI .

QVINTO . For a treble Vidl .

CLeare or Cloudie : Of that night bird that singeth , Who thought all sweet , ij . Yet iarring notes out ringeth .

XXI . CANTO .

CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring , Smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee , Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring , When skies blew silke and me - dowes carpets bee , Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth , Who thought all sweet yet larring notes out - ring - eth .

Hir grace like Iune , when earth and trees bee trimde , In best attire of compleat beauties height , Hir loue againe like sommers daies bee dimde , With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith , Hir trust hir doubt , like raine and heat in Skies , Gently thundring , she lightning to mine eies , Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing , In weedes as into hearbs and flowers , And sees of seruice diuers sorts in sowing , Some haply seeming and some being yours , Raine on your hearbs and flowers that truely serue , And let your weeds lack dew and duely sterue .

XXI . ALTO .

CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring , smoth or frowning , so is hir face to mee , pleasd or smiling , like milde may all flowring , when Skies blew silke and medowes car - pets be , hir speches , notes of that night bird that sings , who thought all sweet , yet Iarring notes out ringeth .

XXI . BASSO .

CLeare or Clowdie , sweet as Aprill showring , smothe or frow-ning , so is hir face to mee , pleasd or smiling , like milde May all flowring , when Skies blue silke and medowes carpets be , hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth , who thought all sweet , yet iarring notes out ringeth .

XXI . TENORE .

CLeare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring , smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee , pleasd or smiling like mild May all flowring , when Skies blew silke blew silke and Medowes carpets be , hir speeches notes of that night bird that fingeth , who thought all sweet yet iarring notes out ringeth .

XXII .

QVINTO . For a treble Violl .

HVmor : Princes Chorus :

XXII . CANTO . A Dialogue .

HVmor say what mak'st thou heere , In the presence of a Queene , Thou art a heauy leaden moode , Chorus : But neuer Hu - mor yet was true , but that but that but that that that that that that that which one-ly one-ly pleaseth you .

1 O , I am as heauy as earth , Say then who is Humor now . 1 Why then t is I am drownde in Woe , But neuer Humor , &c. 1 Mirth then is drownde in sorrowes brim , Oh , in sorrow all things sleepe . 1 In hir presence all things smile , Humor frolike then a while . But neuer Humor , &c.

XXII . ALTO .

HVmor : Chorus : But neuer humor yet was true , but that but that but that that that that that that that that which onely onely pleaseth you .

XXII . BASSO .

HVmor : Princes hould conceit most deere , all conceit in humor seene : Humor is inuencions foode : Chorus : but neuer humor yet was true , but that but that but that that that that that that that that which one - ly pleaseth you .

2 I am now inclind to mirth , humor I as well as thou . 2 No no wit is cherisht so , but neuer humor : &c. 2 No no foole the light 's things swim ▪ heauie things sinck to the deepe : but neuer humor : &c.

XXII . TENORE .

HVmor : Chorus : But neuer humor yet was true , but that but that but that that that that that that that that which one-ly pleaseth you .

BASSO .

DOwlands adew ,

FINIS .

Dowlands adew for Master Oliuer Cromwell .

FINIS .