The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion Ayres. Book 3, 4 Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. 1617 Approx. 70 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 23 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-05 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A17882 STC 4548 ESTC S106662 99842375 99842375 7023 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A17882) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 7023) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 878:08) The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion Ayres. Book 3, 4 Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. [44] p. : music Printed by Thomas Snodham. Cum priuilegio, London : [1617?] Publication date conjectured by STC. Signatures: A-L² . Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Cum P●i●ilegio A Table of all the Songs contayned in the two Bookes following . The table of the first Booke . OF● haue I sigh'd . I Now let her change . II Were my hearts as . III Maids are simple some men say . IIII So tyr'd are all my thoughts . V Why presumes thy pride . VI Kinde are her answeres . VII O griefe , O spight . VIII O neuer to be moued . IX Breake now my heart and dye . X It Loue loues truth . XI Now winter nights enlarge . XII Awake thou spring . XIII What is it that men possesse ? XIIII Fire that must flame . XV If thou long'st so much . XVI Shall I come sweet loue ? XVII Thrice tosse these Oaken . XVIII Be thou then my beauty . XIX Fire , fire , fire , fire , loe here . XX O sweet delight . XXI Thus I resolue . XXII Come , ô come my life 's XXIII Could my heart more . XXIIII Sleepe angry beautie , XXV Silly boy 't is full M●one yet . XXVI Neuer loue vnlesse you can . XXVII So quicke , so hot . XXVIII Shall I then hope . XXIX The Table of the second Booke . LEaue prolonging . I Respect my faith , II Thou ioy'st fond boy . III Vayle loue mine eyes . IIII Euery Dame affects good fame . V So sweet is thy discourse . VI There is a Garden in her face . VII To his sweet Lute . VIII Young and simple though I am . IX Loue me or not . X What meanes this folly ? XI Deare if I with guile . XII O Loue where are thy shafts ? XIII Beauty is but a painted hell . XIIII Are you what your ? XV Since shee euen shee . XVI I must complaine . XVII Thinkest tho● to seduce . XVIII Her fayre inflaming eyes . XIX Turne all thy thoughts . XX If any hath the heart to kill . XXI Beauty since you . XXII Your fayre lookes . XXIII Faine would I wed . XXIIII FINIS . TO MY HONOVRABLE FRIEND , S R. THOMAS MOVNSON , KNIGHT AND BARONET . SInce now those clouds , that lately ouer-cast Your Fame and Fortune , are disperst at last : And now since all to you fayre greetings make , Some out of loue , and some for pitties sake : Shall I but with a common stile salute Your new enlargement ? or stand onely mute ? I , to whose trust and care you durst commit Your pined health , when Arte despayr'd of it ? I , that in your affliction often view'd In you the fruits of manly fortitude , Pati●nce , and euen constancie of minde , That Rocke-like stood , and scorn'd both waue , and winde ? Should I for all your ancient loue to me ▪ Endow'd with waighty fauours , silent be ? Your merits , and my gratitude forbid That eyther should in Lethean Gulfe lye hid But how shall I this worke of fame expre●●e ? How can I better , after pensiuenesse , Then with light straynes of Musicke , made to moue Sweetly with the wide-spreading plumes of loue ? These youth-borne Ayres then , prison'd in this Booke , VVhich in your Bowres much of their beeing tooke , Accept as a kinde offring from that hand VVhich ioyn'd with heart your vertue may command . VVho loue a sure friend as all good men doe , Since such you are , let those affect you to : And may the ioyes of that Crowne neuer end , That innocence doth pitty , and defend . — Yours deuoted , THOMAS CA●PIAN . OFt haue I sigh'd , oft haue I sigh'd , oft haue I sigh'd for him that heares me not : Who ab●●nt hath both loue and mee for-got . Oh yet I languish still , yet I languish still , yet I languish still through his de-lay . Dayes seeme as yeares , when wisht friends breake their day . BASSVS . ● 〈◊〉 hee but lou'd as common louers vse , His faithlesse stay some kindnesse would excuse : O yet I languish still , still constant mo●rne For him that can breake vowes , but not returne . NOw let her change and spare not , Since ●he proues strange I care not : Fain'd loue charm'd so my de-light , That still I doted on her sight . But she is gone new ●oies imbracing And my deires dis-gracing . BASSVS . 2 When did I erre in blindnesse ? Or vexe her with vnkindnesse ? If my cares seru'd her alone ; Why is shee thus vntimely gone ? True loue abides to t'houre of dying ; False loue is eu●●●ving . 3 False then farewell for ●u●r : Once false proues faithfull neuer . Hee that boasts now of thy lou● , Shall soone my pr●●ent to●tunes proue . Were he as faire at bright Ad●mu ; Faith is not had where none ●● . CANTVS . III. WF●● my hart as some mens are , thy errours would not moue me : But thy faults I cu-rious Patience is a thing d● finde and speake , because I loue thee : uine , and farre I grant a-boue mee . BASSVS . 2 Foes sometimes be friend vs more , our blacker deedes obiecting , Then th'obs●quious bosome guest , with false respect affecting : Friendship is the glasse of Truth , our hidden staines detecting . 3 While I vse of eyes enioy , and inward light of reason , Thy obseruer will I be , and c●●sor , but in season : Hidden mischiefe to conc●●●e in Sease , and Loue is 〈◊〉 o● . MAydes are simple some men say , They forsooth will trust no men : But should they mens wils o. bey , Maides were very simple then . BASSVS . 2 Truth a rare flower now is growne , Few men weare it in their hearts ; Louers are more easily knowne By their follies , then deserts . 3 Safer may we credit giue To a faithlesse wandring Iew , Then a young mans vowes beleeue , When he sweares bis 〈◊〉 ue . 2 Loue they make a poore blinde childe , But let none trust such as Fee ; Rather then to be begun'd Euer let me simple be . CANTVS . V. SO tyr'd are all my thoughts , that sence and spirits faile ; Mourning I pine , and know not what I ayle . O what can yeeld ease to a minde , toy in nothing that can finde ? BASSVS . 2 How are my powres sore-spoke ? what strange distaste is this ? Hence cruell hate of that which sweetest is : Come , come delight , make my dull braine Feele once heate of joy ag●●ne . 3 The louers teares are sweet , their moner makes them so : Proud of a wound the bleeding Souldiers grovs : Poore I alone , dreaming , endure Griefe that knowes nor cause , nor cure . And whence can all this grow ? euen from an idle mi●de , That no delight in any good can finde . Action alone makes the soule blest ; Vertue dyes with too much reft . WHy presumes thy pride on that that must so priuate be ? Scarce that it can Best of all t●at good be cal'd , though it seemes best to thee . Nature fram'd , or cu-rious eye can see . BASSVS . 2 T is thy beau'y , soc'●sh Maid , that like a blossome growes , Which who viewes no more enioyes then on a bush a Rose , That by manies handling fades ; and thou 〈◊〉 one of those . 3 If to one thou sh●lt proue true , and all beside reiect , Then art thou but one mans good , which yeelds a poore effect ; For the common'st good by larre deserues the best respect . 4 But if for this goodnesse thou thy selte ●●lt● common make , Thou art then not good at all ; so thou canst no way 〈◊〉 But to proue the meanest good , or else all good fortake . 5 Be not then of be ●●ry proud , but so her colours bears , That they proue not ●taines to her that them ●or 〈◊〉 ●●ould we●●● ; So shalt thou to all more fayre then thou west borne appeare . CANTVS . VII . KInde are her answeres , but her per-formance keeps no day . All her free fauors & smooth words Breaks time as dancers from their own Musicke when they stray : wing my hopes in vaine . O did euer voice so sweet but only fain ? Can true loue yeeld such delay , conuer-ting ioy to pain ? BASSVS . 2 Lost is our freedome , When we submit to women so : Why doe wee neede them , When in their best they worke our woe ? There is no wisedome Can alter ends by Fate prefixt ; O why is the good of man with euill mixt ? Neuer were dayes yet ca ' d two , But one night went betwixt . O Griefe , O spight , to see poore Vertue scorn'd , Truth far ex - n'd , False arte lou'd : Vice a-dor'd , Fr●e Iustice sold , worst causes best adorn'd , Right cast by Powre , Pittie in vaine implot'd ! O who in such an age could wish to liue , When none can haue or hold but such as giue ? BASSVS . 2 O times ' O men ! to Nature rebels growne ; Poore in desert ; in name rich ; proud of shame ; Wise , but in ill : your stiles are not your owne , Though dearely bought , honour is honest fame . Old Stories onely goodnesse now containe , And the true wisedome , that is iust , and plaine . 〈…〉 O Ne-uer to be moued , O beau-ty vn relen-ting ; Why did I dreame Hard hart too dearely loued , Fond loue too late repen-ting ! of too much blisse ? Deceitfull hope was cause of this . O heare , ô heare , ô beare mee speake , O heare mee speake this and no more , this and no more , this and no more , Liue you in ioy , while I my woes , my woes de-plore . BASSVS . 2 All comforts despayred Distaste your bitter scorning , Great sorrowes vnrepayred Admit no meane in mourning : Dye wretch , since hope from thee is fled ; He that must dye is better dead . O deare delight , yet ere I dye Some pitty shew , though you reliefe deny . CANTVS . X. BReake now my heart and dye , Oh no , oh no , she may re-lent . Should she now Let my de-spaire preuayle , oh stay , oh stay , hope is not spent . fixe one smile on thee , where were despaire ? The losse is but ea-sie which smiles can repayre . A stranger would please thee , if she were as fayre BASSVS . 2 Her must I loue or none , so sweet none breathes as shee , The more is my despayre , alas shee loues not mee : But cannot time make way for loue through ribs of steele ? The Grecian inchanted a●l parts but the heele , At last a shaft daunted which his hart did feel . CANTVS . XI . IF Loue loues truth , then women doe not loue : Their passions all are but dis-sembled shewes , Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue . Their kindness straight a tempest o-uerthrowes . Then as a Sea-man the poore louer fares , The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares . BASSVS . 2 But why accuse I women that deceive ? Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile : They first from Nature did their craft receive : It is a womans nature to begu●le . Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow ; But such by vse , are made , not nature so . O why had Nature power at once to frame Deceit and Beauty , traitors both to Loue ? Oh would Deceit had dyed when Beauty came With her diuinenesse eu'ry heart to moue ! Yet doe we rather wish what ere befall , To haue fayre women false , then none at all . NOw winter nights en-large the number of their houres , And clouds their Let now the chimneys blaze , and cups o'er-flow with wine : Let well-tun'd stormes dis-charge vp-on the ayrie towres , Now yel-low waxen lights shall waite on hunny words a-maze with har-mo-nie di-uine . Loue , While youthfull Reuels , Masks , and Courtly sights , sleepes leaden spels re-moue . BASSVS . 2 This time doth well dispence With louers long discourse ; Much spe●ch hath some defence , Though beauty no remorse . All doe not all things well ; Some measures comely tread ; Some knotted Ridles tell ; Some Poems smoothly read . The Summer hath his ioyes , And Winter his delights ; Though Loue and all his pleasures are but toyes , They shorten tedious nights . 〈…〉 AWake thou spring of spea-king grace , mute rest becomes not thee ; They fay-rest women , while they sleepe , and Pictures e-quall bee . O come and dwell in loues dis●our-ses , old re-nuing , new cre-a-ting . The words which thy rich tongue discour-ses , are not of the common ra-ting . BASSVS . 2 Thy voyce is ●s an ●●cho clear● , which Musicke doth beget ; Thy spee●● is ●n Or●●● , which no●e can coun●et●t : For thou ●one 〈◊〉 ●●nchanting And I co●d heare 〈◊〉 w●●●out ending , Other com●o● : neuer wanting . 3 Some little reason brutish liues w●●● humane glory share , But language is our proper grace ●●om which they ●●uer dare . As brutes in reason man ●u●pass Men in speech excelle 〈◊〉 other : If speech be then the best of ●●aces , Doe it not in slumber smo●her . CANTVS . XIIII . WHat is it all that men possesse a-mong themselues conuersing ? Wealth or fame , or Women one-ly som● such boast , searce worthy the rehearsing . are mens good with them in loue conuersing . BASSVS . 2 If weary , they prepare vs rest ; if sicke , their hand attends vs. When with griefe our hearts are preft , their comfort best befriends vs : Sweet or sowre they willing goe to share what fortune sends vs. 3 What pretty babes with paine they beare our name & torm presenting ? What we get , how wise they keepe , by sparing , wants preventing ; Sorting all their household cares to our obseru'd contening . 4 All this of whose large vse I sing , in two words is exp●sle ▪ Good wife is the good I praise , if by good men possessed , Bad with bad in ill fate well , but good with good ●ue 〈◊〉 . CANTVS . XV. FIre that must flame is with apt fuell fed , Flowers that wil thriue in sunny soyle are bred ; How can a hart feele heate that no hope findes ? Or can hee loue on whom no comfort shines ? BASSVS . 2 Fayre , I confesse there 's pleasure in your sight : Sweet , you haue powre I grant of all delight . But what is all to mee if I haue none ' Churle that you are t' inioy such wealth alone . 3 Prayers moue the heau'ns , but finde no grace with you ; Yet in your lookes a heauenly forme I view : Then will I pray againe , hoping to finde As well as in your lookes , heau'n in your minde . 4 Saint of my heart , Queene of my life , and loue , O let my vowes thy doing spirit moue : Let me no longer mourne through thy disdaine , But with one touch of grace cure all my pain : CANTVS . XVI . IF thou longst so much to learne ( sweet boy ) what 't is to loue . Little sute at first shal win Doe but fixe thy thought on mee , and thou shalt quick-ly proue . Way to thy a-basht desire : But then will I hedge thee in , Salamander-like with fire . BASSVS . 2 With thee dance I will , and sing , and thy fond dalliance beare ; Wee the grouy hil● will climbe , and play the wantons there . Other whiles wee 'le gather flowres , Lying dalying on the grasse , And thus our delightfull howres Full of waking dreames shall passe . 3 When thy ioyes were thus at height my loue should turne from thee , Old acquaintance then should grow as strange as strange might be , Twenty rituals thou should'st finde Breaking all their hearts for mee , When to all I le proue more kinde , And more forward then to thee . 4 Thus thy silly youth enrag'd would soone my loue d●f●e ; But alas poore soule too late , clips wings can neuer flye Those sweet houres which wee had pi●t Cal'd to minde thy heart would burne : And could'st thou flye ne'er so fast , They would make thee straight returne . 〈◊〉 XVII . SHall I come sweet Loue to thee , When the eu'ning beames are set ? Shall not ex-cluded be ? Will you finde no fained lett ? Let me not for pit-ty more , Tell the long , long houres , tel the long houres at your dore . BASSVS . 2 Who can tell what theefe or foe , In the couert of the night , For his prey will worke my woe ; Or through wicked foule despight : So may I dye vnredrcft , Ere my long loue be possest . 3 But to let such dangers pasle , Which a louers thoughts disdaine : 'T is enough in such a place To attend loues ioyes in vaine , Doe not mocke me in thy bed , While these cold nights freeze me dead . CANTVS . XVIII . THrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre ; Then thrice three times tye Thrice sit thou mute in this in-chanted chayre : vp this true loues knot , And murmur soft shee will , or shee will not . BASSVS . 2 Goe burne these poys'nous weedes in you blew fire , These Screech-owles fethers , and this prickling bryer , This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans graue ; That all thy feares and cares an end may haue . 3 Then come you Fayries , dance with me a round , Melt her hard hart with your melodious sound : In vaine are all the charmes I can deuise , She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes . CANTVS . XIX . BE thou then my beauty named , Since thy will is to be mine : Others For by that am I en-flamed , Which on all a-like doth shine . may the light ad-mire , I onely truely feele the fire . BASSVS . 2 But if lofty titles moue thee , Challenge then a Sou'raignes place : Say I honour when I loue thee , Let me call thy kindnesse grace . State and Loue things diuers bee , Yet will we teach them to agree . 3 Or if this be not sufficing ; Be thou stil'd my Goddesse then : I will loue thee sacrificing , In thine honour Hymnes I le pen. To be thine , what canst thou more ? I le loue thee , serue thee , and adore . CANTVS . XX. FIre , fire , fire , fire , loe here I burne , I burne in such desire ▪ That all the teares that I can straine out of mine idle empty braine , Cannot al-lay my scorching paine . Come Trent and Humber , and fayre Thames , Dread Ocean haste with all thy streames : And if you can-not quench my fire , O drowne both 〈◊〉 drowne both me , and my de-sire . BASSVS . 2 Fire , fire , fire , fire . There is no hell to my desire : 〈◊〉 all the Riuers backward flye , And th' Ocean doth his waues deny , For feare my heate should drinke them dry . Come heau'nly showres then poaring 〈◊〉 : Come you that once the world did drow●e : Some then you spar'd , but now saue all , That else must burne , and with mee fall . CANTVS . XXI . O Sweet delight , O more then humane blisse , With her to liue that euer louing is : To heare her speake whose words so well are plac't , That she by them , as they in her are grac't : Those lookes to view that feast the viewers eye . How blest is he that may so liue and dye ? BASSVS . 2 Such loue as this the golden times did know , When all did reape , yet none tooke care to sew : Such loue as this an endlesse Summer makes , And all distaste from fraile affection takes . So lou'd , so blest , in my belou'd 〈◊〉 I , Which till their eyes a●●e let yron men enuy . 〈◊〉 XXII . THus I resolue and time hath taught me so , Since she is fayre and e-uer kinde to me , Though she be wilde and wanton-like in shew , Those little staines in youth I will not see : That she be constant heau'n I oft im-plore ; If pray'rs preuaile not , I can doe no more . BASSVS . 2 Palme tree the more you presse , the more is growes , Leaue it alone it will not much exceede : Free beauty if you striue to yoke , you lose , And for affection strange distaste you breede . What Nature hath not taught no Arte can frame ; Wilde borne be wilde still , though by force made 〈◊〉 . CANTVS . XXIII . Come , O come my lifes de-light ; Let me not in langour , pine● Loue loues no de-lay : thy sight , The more en-ioy'd , the more di-uine . O come and take from mee The paine of being depriu'd of thee . BASSVS . 2 Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose , Like a little world of blisse : Beauty guards thy lookes , the Rose In them pure and eternall is . Come then and make thy flight As swift to me as heau'nly light . CANTVS . XXIIII . COuld my heart more tongues im-ploy , Then it har-bors thoughts of griefe ; It is now so farre from ioy , That it fearce could aske re-liefe . Truest hearts by deedes vn-kinde , To despayre are most en-clin'd . BASSVS . 2 Happy mindes that can redeeme Then engagements how they please ; That no ioyes , or hopes esteeme Halfe so pretious as their ease . Wisedome should prepare men so As if they did all fore know . 3 Yet no Arte or Caution can Growne affections easily change ; Vse is such a Lord of Man , That he brookes worst what is strange . Better neuer to be blest , Then to loose all at the best . CANTVS . XXV . SLeepe angry beauty , sleep , and feare not me ; For who a sleeping Ly-on dares prouoke ? It shall suf-fice me here to sit and see Those lips shut vp that neuer kindely spoke . What sight can more con-tent a louers minde , Then beauty seeming harmlesse if not kinde ? BASSVS . 2 My words haue charm'd her , for secure shee sleepes , Though guilty much of wrong done to my loue ; And in her slumber see shee close-ey'd weepes , Dreames often more then waking passions moue . Pleade sleepe my cause , and make her soft like thee , That shee in peace may wake and pitty mee . CANTVS . XXVI . SIlly boy , 't is ful Moone yet , Thy night as day shines clearely , Had thy youth but wit To feare , thou couldst not loue so deare-ly : Shortly wilt thou mourne when all thy pleasures are be - reaued ; Little knowes he how to loue that neuer was de-cei-ued . BASSVS . 2 This is thy first mayden flame that triumphes yet vnstayned ; All is artlesse now you speaks , not one word yet is fayned ; All is heau'n that you behold , and all your thoughts are blessed : But no Spring can want his Fall , each Troyless hath his Crossoid . 3 Thy well-order'd lockes ere long shall rudely hang neglected ; And thy liuely pleasant cheare , reads griefe on earth deiected : Much then wilt thou blame thy Saint that made thy heart so holy . And with sighes confeste , in loue , that too much faith is folly . 4 Yet be iust and constant still , Loue may beget a wonder ; Not vnlike a Summers frost , or Winters fatall thunder : Hee that holds his Sweet-hart true vnto his day of dying , Liues of all that euer breath'd most worthy the ●●●ying . 〈◊〉 XXVII . NEuer loue vnlesse you can Beare with all the faults of man : Men sometimes will Iealous bee , Though but little cause they see , And hang the head as discon-tent , And speake what straight they will re-pent . BASSVS . 2 Men that but one Saint adore , Make a shew of loue to more : Beauty must be scorn'd in none , Though but truely seru'd in one ; For what is courtship but disguise ? True hearts may haue dissembling eyes . 3 Men when their affaires require , Must a while themselues retire ; Sometimes hunt , and sometimes hawke , And not euer fit and talke . If these and such like you can beare , Then like , and loue , and neuer feare . CANTVS . XXVIII . SO quicke , so hot , so mad is thy fond fute , So rude , so That faine I would with losse make thy tongue mute , And yeeld some te-dious growne in vrging mee . An houre with thee I care not to con-verse : For I would not lit-tle grace to quiet thee . be coun-ted too peruerse . BASSVS . 2 But roofes too hot would prove for men all fire , And hils too high for my vnused pace ; The groue is charg'd with thornes and the bold bryer ; Gray Snakes the meadowes shrowde in euery place : A yellow Frog alas will fright me so As I should start and tremble as I goe . 3 Since then I can on earth no fit roome finds , In heauen I am resolu'd with you to meete ; Till then for Hopes sweet sake reft your tir'd minde , And not so much as see mee in the streete : A heauenly meeting one day wee shall haue , But neuer , as you dreame , in bed , or graue . CANTVS . XXIX . SHall I then hope when faith is fled ? Can I seeke loue when hope is gone ? Or can I liue when Loue is dead ? Poorely hee liues that can loue none . Her vowes are broke , and I am free , Shee lost her faith in loo-sing mee . BASSVS . 2 When I compare mine owne euents , When I weigh others like annoy ; All doe but heape vp discontents , That on a beauty build their ioy . Thus I of all complaine , since she● All faith hath lost in loosing mee . 3 So my deare freedome haue I gain'd , Through her vnkindnesse , and disgrace , Yet could I euer liue enchain'd , As shee my seruice did embrace . But sh●●● i● chang'd , and I am free , Faith failing her , Loue dyed in mee . TO MY VVORTHY FRIEND , M R. IOHN MOVNSON , Sonne and Heyre to Sir Thomas Mounson Knight and Baronet . ON you th' affections of your Fathers Friends , With his Inheritance by right descends ; But you your gracefull youth so wisely guide , That his you hold , and purchase much beside . Loue is the fruit of Vertue , for whose sake Men onely liking each to other take . If sparkes of vertue shin'd not in you then , So well how could you winne the hearts of men ? And since that honour and well-suted Prayse Is Vertues Golden Spurre ; let mee now rayse Vnto an act mature your tender age , This halfe commending to your Patronage : Which from your Noble Fathers , but one side Ordain'd to doe you honour , doth diuide . And so my loue betwixt you both I part , On each side placing you as neare my heart . Yours euer , THOMAS CAMPIAN . To the READER . THE Apothecaries haue Bookes of Gold , whose leaues being opened are so light as that they are subiect to be shaken with the least breath , yet rightly handled , they serue both for ornament and use ; such are light Ayres . But if any squeamish stomackes shall checke at two or three vaine Ditties in the end of this Booke , let them powre off the clearest , and leaue those as dregs in the bottome . How soeuer if they be but conferred with the Canterbury Tales of that venerable Poet Chaucer , they will then appeare toothsome enough . Some words are in these Bookes , which have beene cloathed in Musicke by others , and I am conten● they then serued their turne : yet giue mee now leaue to make vse of mine owne . Likewise you may finde here some three or foure Songs that haue beene published before , but for them I referre you to the Players Bill that is failed , Newly reuiued with Additions , for you shall finde all of them reformed eyther in Words or Notes . To be briefe , all these Songs are mine if you expresse them well , otherwise they are your owne , Farewell . Yours as you are his , THOMAS CAMPIAN . CANTVS . I. LEaue pro-longing , leaue pro-longing , thy distresse , All de - layes af-flict the dying . Many lost sighes long I spent , to her for mer-cy cry - ing : But now vaine mour-ning cease , I le dye , I le dye , and mine owne griefes re-lease . BASSVS . 2 Thus departing from this light To those shades that end all sorrow , Yet a small time of complaint , a litle breath I le borrow , To tell my once delight I dye alone through her despight . CANTVS . II. RE-spect my faith , re-gard my seruice past ; The hope you wing'd call home to Great prise it is that I in you shall gaine : So great for you hath been my you at last . My wits I spent and time for you a-lone ; Obseruing you and loosing all for one . losse & paine . BASSVS . 2 Some rais'd to rich estates in this time are , That held their hopes to mine interiour farres ; Such scoffing mee , or pittying me , say thus , Had hee not lou'd he might haue liu'd like vs. O then deare sweet for loue and pittits sake My faith reward , and from me scandall take . CANTVS . III. THou ioy'st fond boy to be by ma-ny lo-ued : For this dost thou thy na - 〈◊〉 To haue thy beauty of most dames ap-pro-ued . Thy glasse thou coun-cel'st more 〈◊〉 worth disguise , And play'st the Sy-co-phant t'ob-serue their eyes , durne thy skin , That first should schoole thee to be fayre with-in . BASSVS . 2 'T is childish to be caught with Pearle , or Amber , And woman-like too much to cloy the chamber ; Youths should the Field affect , heate their rough Steedes Their hardned nerues to fit for better deedes . Is 't not more ioy strong Holds to force with swords , Then womens weakenesse take with lookes or words ? 2 Men that doe noble things all purchase glory , One man for one braue Act hath prou'd a story : But if that one tenne thousand Dames o'creime , Who would record it if not to his shame ? 'T is farre more conquest with one to liue true , Then euery houre to triumph Lord of new . CANTVS . IIII. VAile loue mine eyes , O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious minde : If beauty priuate will not be , Suffice it yet that she proues kinde . Who can vsurp heau'ns light alone ? Stars were not made , Stars were not made to shine on one . BASSVS . 2 Griefes past recure fooles try to heale , That greater harmes on lesse inflict : The pure offend by too much zeale , Affection should not be too strict . Hee that a true embrace will finde To beauties faults must still be blinde . 〈…〉 EV'-ry Dame af-fects good fame , what ere her doings be : But true prayse is Vertues Borrow'd guise fits not the wife , a simple look is best : Na-tiue grace becomes a Baves , which none may weare but she . Now such new-found toyes are sold these women to dis-guise , face , though ne'er so rude-ly dreft . That before the yeare growes old the new-est fashion dyes . BASSVS . 2 Dames of yore contended more in goodnesse to exceeds , Then in pride to be enui'd for that which leaft they neede : Little Lawne then feru'd the Pawne , it Pawne at all there were ; Home-spun thread , and houshold bread then held out all the yeare : But th'attyres of women now weare out both house and land , That the wiues in silkes may flow at ebbe the Good-men stand . 3 Once agen Astrea then from heau'n to earth descend , And vouchsafe in their behalfe these errours to amend : Aid from heau'n must make all eeu'n , things are so out of frame ; For let man striue all he can , hee needes must please his Dame. Happy man content that giues , and what hee giues enioyes ; Happy Dame content that liues , and breakes no sleepe for toyes . SO sweet , so sweet is thy dis-course to me , And so de-lightfull is thy sight , As I taste no-thing right but thee . O why inuen-ted Na-ture light ? Was it alone for beauties sake , That her grac't words might better take ? BASSVS . 2 No more can I old ioyes recall , They now to me become vnknowne , Not seeming to haue beene at all . Alas how soone is this loue growne To such a spreading height in rise , As with it all must shadowed be ? THere is a Garden in her face , Where Roses and white Lil-lies grow ; A heau'nly paradice is that place , wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow . There Cherries grow which none may buy , Till Cherry ripe , till Cherry ripe , till Cherry ripe , Cherry ripe , ripe , ripe , Cherry ripe , Cherry ripe themselues doe cry . BASSVS . 2 Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose Of Orient Pearle a double row , Which when her louely laughter showes , They looke like Role-buds fill'd with snow , Yet them nor Peere , nor Prince can buy , Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry . 3 Her Eyes like Angels watch them still ; Her Browes like bended bowes doe stand , Threatning with piercing frownes to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred Cherries to come nigh , Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry . TO his sweet Lute A-pol-lo sung the mo-tions of the Spheares ; The wondrous order of the Stars , whose course diuides the yeares : And all the My-steries aboue ; But none of this could Midas moue , Which purchast him his Asses eares . BASSVS . 2 Then Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t' aduance ; To boast of Cattle , flockes of Sheepe , and Goates , on hils that dance , With much more of this churlish kinde : That quite transported Midas minde , An held him rapt as in a trance . 3 This wrong the God of Musicke scorn'd from such a sottish Iudge , And bent his angry bow at Pan , which made the Piper trudge Then Midas head he so did trim , That eu'ry age yet talkes of him And Phoebus right reuenged grudge . CANTVS . IX . YOung and simple though I am , I haue heard of Cupids name : Guesse I can what thing it is , Men desire when they doe kille . Smoake can neuer burne they say , But t●e flames that follow may . BASSVS . 2 I am not so foule or fayre , To be proud , nor to desparye ; Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kisse . Smoake can neuer burne they say , But the flames that follow may . 3 Faith 't is but a foolish minde , Yet me thinkes a heate I finde , Like thirst longing that doth bide Euer on my weaker side : Where they say my heart doth moue , Venus grant it be not loue . 4 If it he , alas , what then ? Were not women made for men ? A good ' twete a thing were past , That must needes be done at last . Roses that are ouer-blowne Growe lesse sweet , then fall alone . 5 Yet nor Churle , nor ●●lken Gull Shall my Mayden blossome pull : Who shall not I soone can tell , Who shall would I could as well : This I know who ere hee be Loue hee must , or flatter me . CANTVS . X. LOue me or not , loue her I must or dye . O that her grace would my wisht Leaue me or not , follow her needs must I. comforts giue . How rich in her , how happy should I liue ? BASSVS . 2 All my desire , all my delight should be Her to enjoy , her to vnite to mee : Enuy should cease , her would I loue alone , Who loues by lookes , is seldom true to one . 3 Could I enchant , and that it lawfull were , Her would I charme so●tly th●t none should heare : But loue enforc'd rarely yeelds firme content , So would I loue that neyther should repent . CANTVS . XI WHat meanes this folly now to braue it so , And then to vse submission ? Is that a friend that straight can play the foe ? Who loues on such conditi-on ? BASSVS . 2 Though Bryers breede Roses , none the Bryer affect , But with the flowre are pleased : Loue onely loues delight , and soft respect , He must not be diseased . 3 These thorny passions spring from barren breasts , Or such as neede much weeding : Loue onely loues delight , and soft respect , But sends them not home bleeding . 4 Command thy humour , striue to giue content , And shame not loues prof●ssion : Of kindnesse neuer any could repent That made choyse with discretion . DEare if I with guile would guild a true in-tent , Heaping flattries that in heart were neuer me●nt : Easely could I then obtaine what now in vaine I force . Fals-hood much doth gaine , Truth yet holds the bet-ter course . BASSVS . 2 Loue forbid that through dissembling I should thriue , Or in praysing you , my selfe of truth depriue : Let not your high thoughts debase A simple truth in me ; Great is beauties grace , Truth is yet as fayre as ●hee . 3 Prayse is but the winde of pride if it exceedes , Wealth pris'd in it selfe no outward value needes . Fayre you are , and passing fayre , You know it , and 't is true , Yet let none despayre But to finde as fayre as you . 〈…〉 O Loue , where are thy Shafts , thy Quiuer and thy Bow ? Shall my wounds onely weepe and hea vngaged goe ? Be iust and strike him to , that dares con-temne thee so . BASSVS . 2 No eyes are ●ike to t●ine , though men su●pose thee blin●● , So fayre they l●uell when the make they at to finde : Then strike , ô strike the heart ' hat heares the c●uell minde . 3 Is my sond sight deceiued ? or doe I Cupid spye Close ayming at his breast , by whom defined I dye ? Shoot home sweet Loue , and wound him that h●e may no flye . 4 O t●en we both will s●●● some vnhaunted shade , And 〈…〉 he●s wound which L●ve hath ●ustly made : O 〈…〉 too vaine , now quickly dost thou sade ? 5 〈…〉 ●onders still , his heart is free from paine , W●●●e se●● si●ne I ●p●●● and t●ar●● , but l 〈◊〉 in vaine : Yet Loue thou kn●w ' it by right I should not thus complaine . CANTVS . XIIII . BEauty is but a 〈…〉 me , ●aye me , thee wounds them that admire it , Shee kils them that desire it . Giue her pride but ●uell , No fire is more cru-ell . BASSVS . 2 Pittie from eu'ry heart is fled , Aye me , aye me , Since false desire could borrow Teares of dislembled sorrow , Constant vowes turne truthlesse , Loue cruell , Beauty ruthl●sle . 3 Sorrow can laugh and Fury sing , Aye me , aye me ; My rauing g●●● 〈◊〉 I ●u'd too 〈◊〉 a loner : The first st●p to madnesse . Is the excesse of sadnesse . 〈…〉 ARe you what your faire lookes expresse ? Oh then be kinde , From law of Nature they di-gresse , Whole forme sutes not their minde . Fairenesse seene in th' outward shape is but th' inward beauties Ape . BASSVS . 2 Eyes that of earth are mortall made What can they view ? All 's but a colour or a shade , And neyther alwayes true . Reasons sight that is eterne , Eu'n the substance can discerne . 3 Soule is the Man ; for who will so The body name ? And to that power all grace we owe That deckes our lining frame . What , or how had housen bin , But for them that dwell therein ? 4 Loue in the bosome is begot , Not in the eyes : No beauty makes the eye more hot , Her flames the spright surprise : Let our louing mindes then meets , For pure meetings are most sweet . CANTVS . XVI . SInce she , eu'n shee , for whom I liu'd , Sweet she by Fate from me is torne , Why a n not I of sence depriu'd . Forgetting I was euer borne ? Why should I lan-guish hating light ? Bet-ter to sleepe an endlesse night . BASSVS . 2 Be 't eyther true or aptly fain'd , That some of Lethes water write , 'T is their best med'cine that are pain'd , All thought to loose of past delight . O would my anguith vanish so ! Happy are they that neyther know . 〈…〉 I Must complain , yet doe en-ioy my Loue , She is too faire , too rich in louely parts : Thence is my grief , for Nature while she stroue With all her graces and di-uinest Arts To form her too too beauti-full of hue , Shee had no leasure left to make her true . BASSVS . 2 Should I agrieu'd then wish thee were lesse fayre ? That were repugnant to mine owne desires : Shee is admir'd , new louers still repayre , That kindles daily loues forgetfull fires . Rest iealous thoughts , and thus resolue at last , Shee hath more beauty then becomes the chast . CANTVS . XVIII . THink'st thou to se-duce me then with words that haue no mea-ning ? Pa-rats so Nur-ces teach can learne to prate our speech by pie-ces glea-ning . their chil-ren so , a-bout the time of wea-ning . BASSVS . 2 Learne to speake first , then to wooe , to wooing much pertayneth : Hee that courts vs wanting Arte , soone falters when he sayneth : Lookes a-squint on his discourse , and smiles when hee complaineth . 3 Skilfull Anglers hide their hookes , fit baytes for euery season ; But with crooked pins fish thou , as babes doe that want reason , Gogions onely can be caught with such poore trickes of treason . 4 Ruth forgiue me if I err'd from humane hearts compassion , When I laught sometimes too much to see thy foolish fashion : But alas , who lesse could doe that found so good occasion ? 〈…〉 HEr fayre inflaming eyes , chiefe authors of my cares , I prai'd in humblest wife , With grace to view my teares : They be-held me broad a-wake , But a - lasse no ruth would take . BASSVS . 2 Her lips with kisses rich , And words of fayre delight , I fayrely did beseech To pitty my sad plight : But a voyce from them brake forth As a whirle-winde from the North. 3 Then to her hands I fled , That can giue heart and all , To them I long did plead , And loud for pitty call : But alas they put mee off , With a touch worse then a scoffe . 4 So backe I straight return'd , And at her breast I knock'd ; Where long in vaine I mourn'd , Her heart so fast was lock'd ; Not a word could passage finde , For a Rocke inclos'd her minde . 5 Then downe my pray'rs made way To those most comely parts , That make her flye or stay , As they affect deserts : But her angry feete thus mou'd Fled with all the parts I lou'd . 6 Yet fled they not so fast As her enraged minde : Still did I after haste , Still was I left behinde , Till I found 't was to no end With a Spirit to contend . TVrne all thy thoughts to eyes , Turne al thy haires to eares ; Change all thy friends to spies , And all thy loves to feares . True Loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie . BASSVS . 2 Turne darknesse into day , Constructures into truth : Beleeue what th' enuious say , Let age interpret youth True loue will yet be free , Inspite of Iealousie . 3 Wrest euerylword and looke , Racke eu'ry hidden thought : Or fish with golden hooke , True loue cannot be caught , For that will still be free , In spite of Iealousie . CANTVS . XXI . IF a-ny hath the he 〈…〉 kill , Come rid me of this wo-full paine : For while I liue I su 〈…〉 still , This cruell torment all in vaine . Yet none aliue but one can guesse What is the cause of my distresse . BASSVS . 2 Thanks be to heau'n , no grieuous smart , No maladies my limbes annoy : I beare a sound and sprightfull heart , Yet liue I quite depriu'd of ioy ; Since what I had in vaine I craue , And what I had not now I haue . 3 A Loue I had so fayre , so sweet , As euer wanton eye did see : Once by appointment wee did meete , Shee would , but ah it would not be : She gaue her heart , her hand shee gaue , All did I giue , shee nought could haue . 4 What Hagge did then my powers forespeake , That neuer yet such taine did feele ? Now shee reiects me as one weake , Yet am I all compos'd of steele . Ah this is it my heart doth griue , Now though shee sees shee 'le not believe . 〈…〉 BEauty , since you so much desire , to know the place of Cupids fire : A - bout you somewhere doth it rest , Yet neuer harbour'd in your brest : Nor gout-like in your heele or toe ; What foole would seeke Loues flame so low ? But a little higher , but a litle higher but a , a little higher , but a little higher : There , thereô there lyes Cupids fire . BASSVS . 2 Thinke not when Cupid most you scorne , Men iudge that you of Ice were borne : For though you cast loue at your heele , His fury yet sometime you feele , And where-aboues if you would know , I tell you still not in your toe : But a little higher , but a little higher ; There , there , ô there lyes Cupids fire . CANTVS . XXIII . YOur faire lookes vrge my de-sire , Calme it sweet with loue , If Loue Stay , ô why will you re-tire ? Can you churlish proue ? may per-swade , loues pleasures deare de-ny not : Here is a groue se-cur'd with shade , O then be wise and flye not . BASSVS . 2 Harke the Birds delighted sing , Yet our pleasure sleepes : Wealth to none can profit bring , Which the miler keepes : O come while we may , Let 's chayne Loue with embraces , Wee haue not all times time to stay , Not safety in all places . 3 What ill finde you now in this ; Or who can complaine ? There is nothing done attrisse That breedes no man payne . 'T is is now flowry May , But eu'n in cold December , When all these leaues are blowwne away This place shall I remember . CANTVS . XXIIII . FAine would I wed a faire yong man , that day and night could please mee : When my ●●ler bo 〈◊〉 bo-dy grie-ued that ha●●e powre to ease mee . Maids 〈…〉 lo-ging 〈…〉 , that b●●ed a bloudlesse sicknesse ▪ Oft I haue beene An 〈…〉 I heare men say , is one-ly cur'd by quicknesse . Many for a 〈…〉 I : Hat this foolish 〈◊〉 of mine stra 〈…〉 loaths 〈◊〉 re - 〈…〉 dearely loued ; If to loue be sinne in mee , that sinne is 〈◊〉 solued . Sure I thinke I shall as last ●●ve to some ho-ly Order ; Yet I would not solued . When I once 〈…〉 set-led there then can I flye no farther : As I was by dye a maid , be-cause I had a mot●e● . one brought forth I woul● bring forth an-other . BASSVS . FINIS .