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         Weelkes, Thomas, 1575 (ca.)-1623.
      
       
         
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             Ayeres or phantasticke spirites for three voices, made and newly published by Thomas Weelkes, gentleman of his Maiesties chappell, Batchelar of Musicke, and organest of the Cathedral Church of Chichester.
             Weelkes, Thomas, 1575 (ca.)-1623.
          
           [96] p. : music
           
             Printed by [John Windet for] William Barley, and are to be sold at his shoppe in Gracious street,
             London :
             1608.
          
           
             Three partbooks. At head of title, part 1: "Cantus"; part 2: "Tenor"; part 3: "Bassus". At foot of each: Cum priuilegio.
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             Includes a 6-part song in memory of Thomas Morley.
             Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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               CANTVS
            
             
               AYERES
               OR
               Phantasticke
               Spirites
               
                 for
                 three
                 voices
              
               ,
               Made
               and
               newly
               published
               by
               THOMAS
               WEELKES
               ,
               
                 Gentleman
                 of
                 his
                 Maiesties
                 Chappell
                 ,
                 Batchelar
              
               of
               Musicke
               ,
               and
               Organest
               of
               the
               Cathedral
               Church
               of
               Chichester
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               Printed
               by
               
                 William
                 Barley
              
               ,
               and
               are
               to
               be
               sold
               at
               his
               shoppe
               
                 in
                 Gracious
                 street
              
               .
            
             
               1608.
               
            
             
               Cum
               Priuilegio
               .
            
             
          
           
             
             
               TO
               THE
               RIGHT
               NOble
               and
               most
               worthy
               ,
               EDVVARD
               Lord
               ,
               DENNY
               ,
               Baron
               
                 of
                 Waltham
              
               ,
               Thomas
               Weelkes
               
                 wisheth
                 the
                 happines
                 of
                 both
                 worldes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 RIGHT
                 HONOVRABLE
                 ,
              
            
             
               IT
               were
               needlesse
               to
               commend
               the
               worth
               of
               musicke
               to
               a
               noble
               and
               vnderstanding
               disposition
               :
               for
               in
               the
               natures
               of
               Artes
               and
               generous
               spirites
               ,
               ther
               is
               a
               sympathie
               ,
               this
               being
               only
               grac'd
               by
               them
               ;
               and
               they
               the
               onely
               patrones
               of
               this
               profession
               :
               I
               haue
               presumed
               ,
               though
               not
               worthy
               your
               acceptance
               (
               as
               to
               the
               fauourer
               of
               all
               vertue
               )
               humbly
               to
               entreate
               your
               Lordship
               to
               patronize
               these
               my
               simple
               labours
               ,
               which
               if
               your
               Lordship
               vouchsafe
               ,
               they
               haue
               their
               hire
               ,
               and
               my self
               euer
               bound
               (
               as
               is
               my
               duty
               )
               to
               doe
               your
               Lordship
               all
               faithfull
               ,
               dutifull
               and
               acceptable
               seruice
               .
            
             
               
                 THOMAS
                 VVEELKES
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
            
             
               3
               voc
               .
            
             
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 
                 I
                 Ockey
                 thine
                 horne
                 pipes
                 dull
                 ,
                 giue
                 wind
                 
                 man
                 at
                 full
                 ,
                 fie
                 vpon
                 such
                 a
                 sad
                 gul
                 ,
                 like
                 an
                 hoody
                 
                 doody
                 ,
                 all
                 to
                 moody
                 ,
                 toodle
                 ,
                 toodle
                 ,
                 pipe
                 it
                 vp
                 thicker
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 tread
                 it
                 
                 the
                 quicker
                 :
                 why
                 then
                 about
                 it
                 roundly
                 .
                 .ii.
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 
                 foot
                 it
                 foot
                 it
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 soundly
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 take
                 my
                 steps
                 the
                 shorter
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 if
                 I
                 trampled
                 ,
                 trampled
                 trampled
                 morter
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Darite
                   growes
                   so
                   grane
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   may
                   not
                   her
                   haue
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   around
                   when
                   I
                   do
                   craue
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hoop
                   sir
                   hoy
                   day
                   ,
                   O
                   you
                   hurtme
                   .
                
                 
                   Toodle
                   ,
                   Toodle
                   ,
                
                 
                   set
                   me
                   thy
                   worke
                   by
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   come
                   to
                   me
                   smurkly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Then
                   if
                   she
                   chance
                   to
                   glance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Giue
                   vs
                   two
                   roome
                   to
                   dance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   my
                   green
                   ierkin
                   bare
                   it
                
                 
                   Vs
                   two
                   to
                   all
                   the
                   parish
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SOme
                 men
                 desire
                 spouses
                 ,
                 that
                 come
                 of
                 noble
                 
                 houses
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 would
                 haue
                 in
                 mariage
                 ladies
                 
                 of
                 courtly
                 cariage
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 
                 but
                 few
                 desire
                 as
                 I
                 do
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 of
                 a
                 widow
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Some
                   thinke
                   faire
                   youth
                   will
                   cherish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strength
                   that
                   begins
                   to
                   perish
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   le
                   haue
                   no
                   colts
                   to
                   taming
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   me
                   be
                   young'st
                   at
                   gaming
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   le
                   get
                   ore
                   ,
                   I
                   le
                   go
                   nigh
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   maidenhead
                   of
                   a
                   widdow
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 IIII.
                 
              
               
                 
                 TO
                 morrow
                 is
                 the
                 marriage
                 day
                 of
                 Mopsus
                 
                 and
                 faire
                 Phillida
                 ,
                 Come
                 shepheards
                 bring
                 your
                 
                 garlands
                 gay
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 your
                 garlands
                 gay
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   If
                   loue
                   lye
                   in
                   so
                   fowle
                   a
                   nest
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   fowlenes
                   on
                   so
                   faire
                   a
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   louer
                   may
                   not
                   hope
                   the
                   best
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   O
                   do
                   not
                   weepe
                   faire
                   Bellamoure
                   ,
                
                 
                   though
                   he
                   be
                   gone
                   there
                   's
                   many
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   loue
                   hath
                   many
                   loues
                   in
                   store
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Vpon
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
                 the
                 bony
                 bony
                 ,
                 boy
                 ,
                 
                 sweet
                 Thirsis
                 sweetly
                 plaid
                 ,
                 and
                 calde
                 his
                 lambes
                 
                 their
                 maisters
                 ioy
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 hee
                 would
                 haue
                 said
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 
                 that
                 giueth
                 wings
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 that
                 giues
                 the
                 louers
                 wings
                 ,
                 withdrew
                 his
                 
                 mind
                 ,
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 withdrew
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 withdrew
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 his
                 mind
                 
                 from
                 other
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   His
                   pipe
                   and
                   he
                   could
                   not
                   agree
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   Milla
                   was
                   his
                   note
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   silly
                   pipe
                   could
                   neuer
                   get
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   louely
                   name
                   by
                   rote
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   With
                   that
                   they
                   both
                   fell
                   in
                   a
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   fell
                   a
                   sleepe
                   ,
                   his
                   pipe
                   to
                   ground
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 sirrah
                 Iaoke
                 hoe
                 ,
                 fill
                 some
                 Tobacco
                 ,
                 bring
                 a
                 wire
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 some
                 fire
                 ,
                 hast
                 hast
                 away
                 ,
                 quicke
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 stay
                 ,
                 shun
                 delay
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 I
                 dranke
                 none
                 good
                 to
                 day
                 :
                 I
                 sweare
                 that
                 this
                 Tobacco
                 it
                 's
                 perfect
                 
                 Trinidado
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 very
                 very
                 mas
                 ,
                 neuer
                 neuer
                 neuer
                 was
                 better
                 gere
                 then
                 
                 is
                 here
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 roode
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 bloud
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 very
                 very
                 good
                 ,
                 t
                 is
                 very
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fill
                   the
                   pipe
                   once
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   braines
                   daunce
                   trenchmore
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   headdy
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   geeddy
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   head
                   and
                   braines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Back
                   and
                   raines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iointes
                   and
                   vaines
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   all
                   paines
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   well
                   purge
                   and
                   make
                   cleane
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   those
                   that
                   doe
                   Condemne
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   such
                   as
                   not
                   Commend
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   were
                   so
                   wise
                   to
                   learne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Good
                   Tobacco
                   to
                   discerne
                
                 
                   Let
                   them
                   go
                   ,
                   plucke
                   a
                   crow
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   know
                   as
                   I
                   do
                
                 
                   The
                   sweet
                   of
                   Trinidado
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 TAn
                 ta
                 ra
                 ran
                 tan
                 tant
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Mars
                 on
                 bloudy
                 rampier
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 cries
                 Venus
                 in
                 a
                 Chamber
                 toodle
                 loodle
                 
                 .ii.
                 loo
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Pan
                 that
                 Cuckoo
                 ,
                 with
                 bels
                 at
                 his
                 shoo
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 
                 fiddle
                 too
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 Aye
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 alas
                 lye
                 weeping
                 ,
                 for
                 death
                 
                 hath
                 slaine
                 my
                 sweeting
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 my
                 heart
                 in
                 kee
                 -
                 ping
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 VIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Gods
                 haue
                 heard
                 my
                 vowes
                 ,
                 fond
                 Lyce
                 ,
                 
                 whose
                 faire
                 browes
                 wont
                 scorne
                 with
                 such
                 disdaine
                 ,
                 my
                 lone
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 my
                 teares
                 my
                 paine
                 .ii.
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   those
                   spring-tide
                   roses
                   ,
                
                 
                   are
                   turnde
                   to
                   winterposes
                   ,
                
                 
                   to
                   Rue
                   ,
                   and
                   time
                   ,
                   and
                   sage
                   ,
                
                 
                   fitting
                   that
                   shriuledage
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Now
                   youthes
                   with
                   hote
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   ,
                   see
                   that
                   flamelesse
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   erst
                   your
                   hearts
                   so
                   burned
                   ,
                
                 
                   quicke
                   into
                   ashes
                   turned
                   .
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 IX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THough
                 my
                 carriage
                 be
                 but
                 carelesse
                 ,
                 though
                 my
                 
                 looks
                 be
                 of
                 the
                 sternest
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 passions
                 are
                 compare
                 -
                 lesse
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 I
                 loue
                 in
                 earnest
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   No
                   my
                   wits
                   are
                   not
                   so
                   wild
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   gentle
                   soule
                   may
                   yoake
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   my
                   heart
                   so
                   hard
                   compilde
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   melts
                   ,
                   if
                   loue
                   prouoke
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 X.
                 
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Ape
                 ,
                 the
                 Monkey
                 and
                 Baboone
                 did
                 meete
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 breaking
                 of
                 their
                 fast
                 in
                 fryday
                 street
                 ,
                 two
                 of
                 them
                 sware
                 together
                 
                 solemnly
                 in
                 their
                 three
                 natures
                 was
                 a
                 simpathie
                 ,
                 Nay
                 quoth
                 Baboon
                 ,
                 I
                 
                 do
                 deny
                 that
                 straine
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 more
                 knauery
                 in
                 me
                 then
                 you
                 twaine
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Why
                   quoth
                   the
                   Ape
                   I
                   haue
                   a
                   horse
                   at
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   Parris
                   Garden
                   for
                   to
                   ride
                   on
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   '
                   there
                   shew
                   trickes
                   :
                   tush
                   quoth
                   the
                   Monkey
                   I
                
                 
                   for
                   better
                   trickes
                   in
                   great
                   mens
                   houses
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   Tush
                   ,
                   quoth
                   Baboone
                   ,
                   when
                   men
                   do
                   know
                   I
                   come
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   sport
                   ,
                   from
                   City
                   ,
                   country
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   runne
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 NO
                 no
                 ,
                 though
                 I
                 shrinke
                 still
                 ,
                 yet
                 I
                 thinke
                 stil
                 
                 that
                 a
                 wincke
                 will
                 do
                 what
                 louers
                 louers
                 best
                 
                 know
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 till
                 then
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 glad
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 mad
                 ,
                 hang
                 vp
                 all
                 loue
                 that
                 is
                 
                 sad
                 ,
                 is
                 sad
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   What
                   what
                   ,
                
                 
                   if
                   she
                   faine
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   then
                   I
                   plaine
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   a
                   vaine
                   to
                
                 
                   ouerthrow
                   her
                   that
                   's
                   flat
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   ,
                   but
                   she
                   loued
                   me
                   well
                   ,
                
                 
                   no
                   but
                   I
                   cannot
                   tell
                   ,
                
                 
                   who
                   dares
                   trust
                   women
                   or
                   hell
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 A
                 Ye
                 me
                 alas
                 ,
                 hey
                 hoe
                 ,
                 hey
                 hoe
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 thus
                 doth
                 Messalina
                 go
                 vp
                 and
                 downe
                 the
                 house
                 
                 a
                 cry
                 -
                 ing
                 .ii.
                 a
                 cry
                 -
                 ing
                 ,
                 for
                 her
                 Monkey
                 lyes
                 a
                 
                 dying
                 .ii.
                 death
                 thou
                 art
                 too
                 cruel
                 ,
                 to
                 bereaue
                 
                 her
                 Iewell
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 seasure
                 of
                 her
                 only
                 treasure
                 ,
                 if
                 her
                 Monkey
                 die
                 
                 she
                 will
                 sit
                 and
                 crie
                 ,
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LAte
                 in
                 my
                 rash
                 accounting
                 ,
                 my
                 Fortune
                 
                 was
                 amoūting
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 
                 la
                 la
                 and
                 now
                 all
                 is
                 vndone
                 ,
                 all
                 courses
                 backwards
                 runne
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Harts
                   greedy
                   in
                   desiring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   speedy
                   in
                   aspiring
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   femall
                   sexe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   stout
                   hearts
                   breake
                   their
                   necks
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   You
                   Ladies
                   faire
                   and
                   fickle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   climing
                   thoughts
                   do
                   tickle
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   Shall
                   most
                   deepely
                   repent
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   finde
                   a
                   base
                   descent
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FOwre
                 arms
                 ,
                 two
                 neckes
                 ,
                 one
                 wreathing
                 ,
                 two
                 
                 paire
                 of
                 lips
                 one
                 breathing
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 two
                 hearts
                 that
                 multiply
                 ,
                 sighes
                 
                 enterchangeably
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   The
                   thought
                   of
                   this
                   confound
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   as
                   I
                   speake
                   it
                   woundes
                   me
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   It
                   cannot
                   be
                   exprest
                   ,
                
                 
                   good
                   help
                   me
                   whilst
                   I
                   rest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Bad
                   stomackes
                   haue
                   their
                   loathing
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   O
                   this
                   all
                   is
                   nothing
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                
                 
                   this
                   no
                   with
                   griefes
                   doth
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   report
                   oft
                   turnes
                   in
                   loue
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XV.
                 
              
               
                 
                 LOrd
                 when
                 I
                 thinke
                 what
                 a
                 paltery
                 thing
                 is
                 a
                 
                 gloue
                 or
                 a
                 ring
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 top
                 of
                 a
                 fan
                 to
                 brag
                 of
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 how
                 much
                 a
                 Noddy
                 will
                 triumph
                 in
                 a
                 buske
                 point
                 ,
                 snatch
                 with
                 the
                 
                 tagge
                 of
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 wellfare
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 hath
                 euer
                 vsed
                 close
                 play
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   a
                   pittifull
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   hath
                   a
                   frowne
                   in
                   the
                   face
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   a
                   no
                   in
                   the
                   lips
                   of
                   a
                   Lady
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   when
                   I
                   had
                   wist
                   ,
                
                 
                   she
                   would
                   bee
                   kist
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   shee
                   away
                   did
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hey
                   hoe
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   end
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   trust
                   any
                   woman
                   more
                   then
                   you
                   know
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SAy
                 wāton
                 wil
                 you
                 loue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 long
                 de
                 -
                 laying
                 ,
                 
                 no
                 long
                 delaying
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 lōg
                 delaying
                 ,
                 
                 delaying
                 ,
                 whilst
                 that
                 you
                 striue
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 feare
                 
                 your
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 feare
                 your
                 loues
                 decaying
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                   Feare
                   not
                   my
                   loues
                   decaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   that
                   you
                   striue
                   to
                   proue
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   loue
                   no
                   long
                   delaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Come
                   wanton
                   then
                   and
                   loue
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 I
                 Bei
                 ligustri
                 e
                 rose
                 ,
                 Ch'in
                 voi
                 natura
                 ,
                 pose
                 
                 .ii.
                 
                 Donna
                 gen
                 
                 til
                 mi
                 fanno
                 ,
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 mori
                 re
                 ,
                 Si
                 graue
                 éla
                 mia
                 pena
                 e'l
                 
                 mio
                 martire
                 ,
                 .
                 ii
                 .
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Strike
                 it
                 vp
                 Tabor
                 and
                 pipe
                 vs
                 a
                 fauour
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 
                 well
                 paid
                 for
                 thy
                 labour
                 :
                 I
                 meane
                 to
                 spend
                 my
                 shoe
                 sole
                 to
                 dance
                 
                 about
                 the
                 May
                 pole
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 blith
                 and
                 briske
                 ,
                 leap
                 and
                 skip
                 ,
                 hop
                 
                 and
                 trip
                 ,
                 turne
                 about
                 in
                 the
                 rout
                 ,
                 vntill
                 very
                 meary
                 werry
                 ioyntes
                 
                 can
                 scarse
                 friske
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Lusty
                   Dicke
                   Hopkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   lay
                   on
                   with
                   thy
                   napkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   stiching
                   cost
                   me
                   but
                   a
                   dodkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   Morris
                   were
                   halfe
                   vnd
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wert
                   not
                   for
                   Martin
                   of
                   Compton
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   well
                   said
                   Iiging
                   Alce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pritty
                   Gill
                   ,
                
                 
                   stand
                   you
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dapper
                   Iacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   meanes
                   to
                   smacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   how
                   now
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   fie
                   ,
                   you
                   dance
                   false
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 HA
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 this
                 
                 world
                 doth
                 passe
                 most
                 merily
                 most
                 merily
                 I
                 le
                 bee
                 sworne
                 ,
                 for
                 many
                 
                 an
                 honest
                 Indian
                 Asse
                 goes
                 for
                 a
                 vnicorne
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 farra
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 dyno
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 this
                 is
                 idle
                 idle
                 fino
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   O
                   sweet
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   tickles
                   this
                   age
                   that
                   can
                   ,
                
                 
                   call
                   Tulliaes
                   Ape
                   a
                   Marmasyte
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Ledaes
                   Goose
                   a
                   swan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fara
                   diddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   So
                   so
                   so
                   so
                   fine
                   English
                   dayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   false
                   play
                   is
                   no
                   reproch
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   he
                   that
                   doth
                   the
                   Cochman
                   prayse
                   ,
                
                 
                   may
                   safely
                   vse
                   the
                   Coch
                   ,
                
                 
                   fara
                   dyddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XX.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SInce
                 Roben
                 Hood
                 ,
                 maid
                 Marian
                 ,
                 and
                 little
                 
                 Iohn
                 are
                 gone
                 a
                 ,
                 the
                 hobby
                 horse
                 was
                 quite
                 for
                 -
                 got
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 Kempe
                 did
                 dauncea
                 lone
                 a
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 labour
                 after
                 the
                 
                 tabor
                 for
                 to
                 dance
                 then
                 into
                 France
                 ,
                 for
                 .ii.
                 he
                 
                 tooke
                 paines
                 to
                 skip
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 to
                 skip
                 it
                 in
                 hope
                 of
                 gaines
                 of
                 gaines
                 
                 he
                 will
                 trip
                 it
                 trip
                 it
                 trip
                 it
                 on
                 the
                 toc
                 ,
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 diddledoe
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXI
              
               
                 
                 FA
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 O
                 now
                 weepe
                 ,
                 now
                 
                 sing
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 for
                 this
                 is
                 loue
                 in
                 frost
                 
                 to
                 frie
                 ,
                 in
                 teares
                 to
                 sing
                 ,
                 in
                 life
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 to
                 die
                 
                 and
                 neuer
                 to
                 haue
                 en
                 -
                 ding
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   die
                   willingly
                   ,
                
                 
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   I
                   liue
                   in
                   spite
                   of
                   loue
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   hope
                   of
                   gaine
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thinke
                   to
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   some
                   pleasure
                   mingled
                   with
                   paine
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 ALas
                 tarry
                 but
                 one
                 halfe
                 houre
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 O
                 tarry
                 but
                 
                 one
                 halfe
                 howre
                 ,
                 vntill
                 an
                 opportunity
                 fit
                 my
                 power
                 then
                 will
                 I
                 look
                 
                 and
                 sigh
                 out
                 all
                 my
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 now
                 euery
                 body
                 looketh
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gone
                 and
                 .ii.
                 &
                 you
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gon
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 morrow
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Adiew
                   ,
                   why
                   did
                   I
                   aspire
                   high
                   ,
                
                 
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   my
                   ruinous
                   end
                   so
                   nigh
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   will
                   I
                   now
                   prolong
                   my
                   last
                   farewell
                   ,
                
                 
                   else
                   in
                   sodaine
                   sort
                   to
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   will
                   go
                   neare
                   to
                   breake
                   my
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   that
                   doth
                   swell
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AS
                 deadly
                 serpents
                 lurking
                 ,
                 so
                 enuy
                 lyeth
                 wor.
                 
                 
                 king
                 ,
                 still
                 to
                 disgrace
                 those
                 men
                 which
                 do
                 striue
                 
                 by
                 vertues
                 fame
                 to
                 augment
                 their
                 height
                 of
                 name
                 ,
                 by
                 labour
                 ,
                 art
                 
                 and
                 pen.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   But
                   let
                   all
                   carping
                   Momi
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   idle
                   foolish
                   Zoili
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   so
                   ere
                   they
                   will
                   report
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   put
                   my selfe
                   in
                   venture
                
                 
                   to
                   iudgements
                   learned
                   censure
                
                 
                   and
                   men
                   of
                   better
                   sort
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DOnna
                 il
                 vostro
                 bel
                 vi
                 so
                 ,
                 Apr'a
                 
                 chi
                 mir
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 il
                 paradi
                 so
                 ,
                 Ma'l
                 mio
                 misero
                 core
                 ,
                 Sen
                 viu
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 in
                 
                 lagrim'e
                 in
                 lagrim'e
                 dolore
                 do
                 lo
                 re
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXV
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Nightin
                 -
                 gall
                 the
                 Organ
                 of
                 
                 de
                 light
                 the
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 Larke
                 ,
                 the
                 blacke
                 
                 bird
                 .ii.
                 and
                 the
                 Thrush
                 the
                 Thrush
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 prety
                 Cho
                 -
                 risters
                 
                 of
                 flight
                 ,
                 that
                 chant
                 their
                 Musicke
                 notes
                 in
                 euery
                 bush
                 ,
                 ii
                 .
                 
                 Let
                 them
                 no
                 more
                 contend
                 who
                 shal
                 excell
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 coockoo
                 coockoo
                 ,
                 the
                 coockoo
                 coockoo
                 .
                 ii
                 .
                 the
                 coockoo
                 ,
                 
                 coockoo
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 that
                 beares
                 the
                 bell
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               XXVI
               .
            
             
               6.
               voc
            
             
               A
               remembrance
               of
               my
               friend
               ,
               M.
               Thomas
               Morley
               .
            
             
               
                 SEXTVS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 &c.
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 is
                 dead
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 laid
                 in
                 graue
                 ,
                 in
                 graue
                 hee
                 rests
                 .ii.
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 things
                 haue
                 ,
                 
                 all
                 things
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 
                 wrought
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 .ii.
                 must
                 
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 ALTVS
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 depriued
                 mee
                 ,
                 depriued
                 mee
                 of
                 my
                 dearest
                 
                 friend
                 ,
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 ,
                 and
                 laid
                 in
                 graue
                 ,
                 in
                 graue
                 
                 in
                 graue
                 he
                 rests
                 ,
                 in
                 .ii.
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 things
                 haue
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 must
                 haue
                 
                 an
                 end
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 that
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 ,
                 must
                 .ii.
                 must
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 ,
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 .
              
            
             
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
               TENOR
            
             
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               OR
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               Spirites
               
                 for
                 three
                 voices
              
               ,
               Made
               and
               newly
               published
               by
               THOMAS
               WEELKES
               ,
               
                 Gentleman
                 of
                 his
                 Maiesties
                 Chappell
                 ,
                 Batchelar
              
               of
               Musicke
               ,
               and
               Organest
               of
               the
               Cathedral
               Church
               of
               Chichester
               .
            
             
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               Printed
               by
               
                 William
                 Barley
              
               ,
               and
               are
               to
               be
               sold
               at
               his
               shoppe
               
                 in
                 Gracious
                 street
              
               .
            
             
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               Priuilegio
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               Table
               of
               all
               the
               Songes
               contained
               in
               this
               Set.
               
            
             
               Come
               come
               le
               ts
               begin
               .
               I
            
             
               Iockey
               thine
               horne
               pipes
               dull
               .
               II
            
             
               Some
               men
               desire
               Spouses
               .
               III
            
             
               To
               morrow
               is
               the
               marriage
               day
               .
               IIII
            
             
               Vpon
               a
               hill
               ,
               the
               bonny
               boy
               .
               V
            
             
               Come
               sirrah
               Iacke
               hoe
               .
               VI
            
             
               Tan
               ta
               ra
               ran
               tan
               tant
               .
               VII
            
             
               The
               Gods
               haue
               heard
               my
               vowes
               .
               VIII
            
             
               Though
               my
               carriage
               be
               but
               IX
            
             
               The
               Ape
               ,
               the
               Monkey
               .
               X
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               though
               I
               shrinke
               still
               .
               XI
            
             
               Aye
               me
               alas
               hey
               hoe
               .
               XII
            
             
               Late
               in
               my
               rash
               accounting
               .
               XIII
            
             
               Fowre
               armes
               two
               neckes
               .
               XIIII
            
             
               Lord
               when
               I
               thinke
               .
               XV
            
             
               Say
               wanton
               will
               you
               loue
               me
               .
               XVI
            
             
               I
               bei
               ligustri
               e
               rose
               .
               XVII
            
             
               Strike
               it
               vp
               Tabor
               .
               XVIII
            
             
               Ha
               ha
               this
               world
               doth
               passe
               .
               XIX
            
             
               Since
               Robin
               Hood
               .
               XX
            
             
               Fa
               la
               la
               ,
               O
               now
               weepe
               .
               XXI
            
             
               Al
               's
               tarrry
               but
               one
               halfe
               howre
               .
               XXII
            
             
               As
               deadly
               serpents
               lurking
               .
               XXIII
            
             
               Donna
               il
               vostro
               .
               XXIIII
            
             
               The
               Nightingale
               .
               XXV
            
             
               
                 A
                 Song
                 for
              
               6.
               voices
            
             
               Death
               hath
               depriued
               me
               .
               XXVI
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               TENOR
               .
            
             
               3.
               voc
               .
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 ,
                 come
                 le
                 ts
                 begin
                 to
                 reuel't
                 out
                 ,
                 to
                 
                 reuel't
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 tread
                 the
                 hilles
                 and
                 dales
                 a
                 -
                 bout
                 .
                 
                 that
                 hilles
                 and
                 dales
                 and
                 dales
                 and
                 woodes
                 may
                 
                 sound
                 ,
                 an
                 Eccho
                 .ii.
                 to
                 this
                 warbling
                 round
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   Lads
                   merry
                   bee
                   with
                   musicke
                   sweete
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   Faires
                   trip
                   it
                   with
                   your
                   feet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pans
                   pipe
                   is
                   dull
                   ,
                   a
                   better
                   straine
                   ,
                
                 
                   doth
                   stretch
                   it selfe
                   to
                   please
                   your
                   vaine
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 
                 IOckey
                 thine
                 horne
                 pipes
                 dull
                 ,
                 giue
                 wind
                 
                 man
                 at
                 full
                 ,
                 fie
                 vpon
                 that
                 gull
                 ,
                 like
                 an
                 hoody
                 
                 doody
                 ,
                 all
                 to
                 moody
                 ,
                 toodle
                 ,
                 toodle
                 ,
                 pipe
                 it
                 vp
                 thicker
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 tread
                 it
                 
                 the
                 quicker
                 :
                 why
                 then
                 about
                 it
                 roundly
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 
                 foot
                 it
                 foot
                 it
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 soundly
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 take
                 my
                 steps
                 the
                 shorter
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 if
                 I
                 trampled
                 ,
                 trampled
                 trampled
                 morter
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Darite
                   growes
                   so
                   graue
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   may
                   not
                   her
                   haue
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   around
                   when
                   I
                   do
                   craue
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hoop
                   sir
                   hoy
                   day
                   ,
                   O
                   you
                   hurtme
                
                 
                   Toodle
                   ,
                   Toodle
                   ,
                
                 
                   set
                   me
                   thy
                   worke
                   by
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   come
                   to
                   me
                   smurkly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Then
                   if
                   she
                   chance
                   to
                   glance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Giue
                   vs
                   two
                   roome
                   to
                   dance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   my
                   green
                   ierkin
                   bare
                   is
                
                 
                   Vs
                   two
                   to
                   all
                   the
                   parish
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SOme
                 men
                 desire
                 spouses
                 ,
                 that
                 come
                 of
                 noble
                 
                 houses
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 would
                 haue
                 in
                 mariage
                 ladies
                 
                 of
                 courtly
                 cariage
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 
                 but
                 few
                 desire
                 as
                 I
                 do
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 of
                 a
                 widow
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Some
                   thinke
                   faire
                   youth
                   will
                   cherish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strength
                   that
                   begins
                   to
                   perish
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   le
                   haue
                   no
                   colts
                   to
                   taming
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   me
                   be
                   young'st
                   at
                   gaming
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   le
                   get
                   ore
                   ,
                   I
                   le
                   go
                   nigh
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   maidenhead
                   of
                   a
                   widdow
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 IIII.
                 
              
               
                 
                 TO
                 morrow
                 is
                 the
                 marriage
                 day
                 of
                 Mopsus
                 
                 and
                 faire
                 Phillida
                 ,
                 Come
                 shepheardes
                 
                 bring
                 your
                 garlands
                 gay
                 ,
                 your
                 garlands
                 ,
                 come
                 shepheardes
                 bring
                 your
                 
                 garlandes
                 .ii.
                 
                 Come
                 shepheardes
                 bring
                 your
                 garlands
                 gay
                 ,
                 
                 garlandes
                 gay
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   If
                   loue
                   lye
                   in
                   so
                   fowle
                   a
                   nest
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   fowlenes
                   on
                   so
                   faire
                   a
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   louer
                   may
                   not
                   hope
                   the
                   best
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   O
                   do
                   not
                   weepe
                   faire
                   Bellamoure
                   ,
                
                 
                   though
                   he
                   be
                   gone
                   there
                   's
                   many
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   loue
                   hath
                   many
                   loues
                   in
                   store
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Vpon
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 the
                 bonny
                 bonny
                 boy
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 sweet
                 Thirsis
                 sweetly
                 plaid
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 calde
                 his
                 lambes
                 their
                 maisters
                 ioy
                 ,
                 their
                 maisters
                 ioy
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 hee
                 
                 would
                 haue
                 said
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 that
                 giues
                 the
                 louers
                 wings
                 ,
                 
                 withdrew
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 from
                 other
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   His
                   pipe
                   and
                   he
                   could
                   not
                   agree
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   Milla
                   was
                   his
                   note
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   silly
                   pipe
                   could
                   neuer
                   get
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   louely
                   name
                   by
                   rote
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   With
                   that
                   they
                   both
                   fell
                   in
                   a
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   fell
                   a
                   sleepe
                   ,
                   his
                   pipe
                   to
                   ground
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 sirrah
                 Iacke
                 hoe
                 ,
                 fill
                 some
                 Tobacco
                 ,
                 bring
                 a
                 wire
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 some
                 fire
                 ,
                 hast
                 hast
                 away
                 ,
                 quicke
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 stay
                 ,
                 shun
                 delay
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 I
                 dranke
                 none
                 good
                 to
                 day
                 :
                 I
                 sweare
                 that
                 this
                 Tobacco
                 it
                 's
                 perfect
                 
                 Trinida
                 do
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 very
                 very
                 mas
                 ,
                 neuer
                 neuer
                 neuer
                 was
                 better
                 gere
                 then
                 
                 is
                 here
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 roode
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 bloud
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 very
                 very
                 good
                 ,
                 t
                 is
                 very
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fill
                   the
                   pipe
                   once
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   braines
                   daunce
                   trenchmore
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   headdy
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   geeddy
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   head
                   and
                   braines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Back
                   and
                   raines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iointes
                   and
                   vaines
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   all
                   paines
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   well
                   purge
                   and
                   make
                   cleane
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   those
                   that
                   doe
                   Condemne
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   such
                   as
                   not
                   Commend
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   were
                   so
                   wise
                   to
                   learne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Good
                   Tobacco
                   to
                   discerne
                   :
                
                 
                   Let
                   them
                   go
                   ,
                   plucke
                   a
                   crow
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   know
                   as
                   I
                   do
                
                 
                   The
                   sweet
                   of
                   Trinidado
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 TAn
                 ta
                 ra
                 ran
                 tan
                 tant
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Mars
                 on
                 bloudy
                 rampier
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 ,
                 cries
                 Venus
                 in
                 a
                 Cham-ber
                 toodle
                 toodle
                 
                 .ii.
                 loo
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Pan
                 that
                 Cuckoo
                 ,
                 with
                 bels
                 at
                 his
                 shoo
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 
                 fiddle
                 fiddle
                 too
                 ,
                 Aye
                 mee
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 alas
                 lye
                 wee
                 -
                 ping
                 ,
                 for
                 death
                 
                 hath
                 slaine
                 my
                 sweeting
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 my
                 heart
                 in
                 kee
                 -
                 ping
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 VIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Gods
                 haue
                 heard
                 my
                 vowes
                 ,
                 fond
                 Lyce
                 ,
                 
                 whose
                 faire
                 browes
                 wont
                 scorne
                 with
                 such
                 disdaine
                 ,
                 my
                 loue
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 my
                 teares
                 my
                 paine
                 .ii.
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   those
                   spring-tide
                   roses
                   ,
                
                 
                   are
                   turnde
                   to
                   winter
                   poses
                   ,
                
                 
                   to
                   Rue
                   ,
                   and
                   time
                   ,
                   and
                   sage
                   ,
                
                 
                   fitting
                   that
                   shriuled
                   age
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Now
                   youthes
                   with
                   hote
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   ,
                   see
                   that
                   flamelesse
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   erst
                   your
                   hearts
                   so
                   burned
                   ,
                
                 
                   quicke
                   into
                   ashes
                   turned
                   .
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 IX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THough
                 my
                 carriage
                 be
                 but
                 carelesse
                 ,
                 though
                 my
                 
                 looks
                 be
                 of
                 the
                 sternest
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 passions
                 are
                 compare
                 -
                 lesse
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 I
                 loue
                 I
                 
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 in
                 earnest
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   No
                   my
                   wits
                   are
                   not
                   so
                   wild
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   gentle
                   soule
                   may
                   yoake
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   my
                   heart
                   so
                   hard
                   compilde
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   melts
                   ,
                   if
                   loue
                   prouoke
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 X.
                 
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Ape
                 ,
                 the
                 Monkey
                 and
                 Baboone
                 did
                 meete
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 breaking
                 of
                 their
                 fast
                 in
                 fryday
                 street
                 ,
                 two
                 of
                 them
                 sware
                 together
                 
                 solemnly
                 in
                 their
                 three
                 natures
                 was
                 a
                 simpathie
                 ,
                 Nay
                 quoth
                 Baboon
                 ,
                 
                 I
                 do
                 deny
                 that
                 straine
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 more
                 knauery
                 in
                 me
                 then
                 you
                 twaine
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Why
                   quoth
                   the
                   Ape
                   I
                   haue
                   a
                   horse
                   at
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   Parris
                   Garden
                   for
                   to
                   ride
                   on
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   there
                   shew
                   trickes
                   ;
                   tush
                   quoth
                   the
                   Monkey
                   I
                
                 
                   for
                   better
                   trickes
                   in
                   great
                   mens
                   houses
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   Tush
                   ,
                   quoth
                   Baboone
                   ,
                   when
                   men
                   do
                   know
                   I
                   come
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   sport
                   ,
                   from
                   City
                   ,
                   country
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   runne
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 NO
                 no
                 ,
                 though
                 I
                 shrinke
                 still
                 ,
                 I
                 shrinke
                 still
                 
                 yet
                 I
                 thinke
                 stil
                 that
                 a
                 wincke
                 will
                 do
                 what
                 louers
                 
                 best
                 know
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 till
                 then
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 glad
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 mad
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 
                 be
                 mad
                 ,
                 hang
                 vp
                 all
                 loue
                 that
                 is
                 sad
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 fa
                 la
                 liro
                 liro
                 logh
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   What
                   what
                   ,
                
                 
                   if
                   she
                   faine
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   then
                   I
                   plaine
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   a
                   vaine
                   to
                
                 
                   ouerthrow
                   her
                   that
                   's
                   flat
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   ,
                   but
                   she
                   loued
                   me
                   well
                   ,
                
                 
                   no
                   but
                   I
                   cannot
                   tell
                   ,
                
                 
                   who
                   dares
                   trust
                   women
                   or
                   hell
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AYe
                 me
                 alas
                 ,
                 hey
                 ho
                 ,
                 hey
                 hoe
                 .ii.
                 .ii
                 
                 thus
                 doth
                 Messalina
                 go
                 about
                 the
                 house
                 a
                 cry
                 -
                 ing
                 
                 vp
                 and
                 downe
                 the
                 house
                 a
                 crying
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 for
                 her
                 
                 Monkey
                 lyes
                 a
                 dying
                 .ii.
                 a
                 dy
                 -
                 ing
                 
                 death
                 thou
                 art
                 too
                 cruel
                 ,
                 to
                 bereaue
                 her
                 Iewell
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 
                 seasure
                 of
                 her
                 only
                 treasure
                 ,
                 if
                 her
                 Monkey
                 die
                 she
                 will
                 sit
                 and
                 crie
                 ,
                 
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LAte
                 in
                 my
                 rash
                 accounting
                 ,
                 my
                 Fortune
                 
                 was
                 amoūting
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 and
                 now
                 all
                 is
                 vndone
                 ,
                 al
                 courses
                 backwards
                 run
                 ,
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Harts
                   greedy
                   in
                   desiring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   speedy
                   in
                   aspiring
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   femall
                   sexe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   stout
                   hearts
                   breake
                   their
                   necks
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   You
                   Ladies
                   faire
                   and
                   fickle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   climing
                   thoughts
                   do
                   tickle
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   Shall
                   most
                   deepely
                   repent
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   finde
                   a
                   base
                   descent
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FOwre
                 arms
                 ,
                 two
                 neckes
                 ,
                 one
                 wreathing
                 ,
                 two
                 
                 paire
                 of
                 lips
                 one
                 breathing
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 two
                 harts
                 that
                 multiply
                 ,
                 sighes
                 
                 enterchangeably
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   The
                   thought
                   of
                   this
                   confound
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   as
                   I
                   speake
                   it
                   woundes
                   me
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   It
                   cannot
                   be
                   exprest
                   ,
                
                 
                   good
                   help
                   me
                   whilst
                   I
                   rest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Bad
                   stomackes
                   haue
                   their
                   loathing
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   O
                   this
                   all
                   is
                   nothing
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                
                 
                   this
                   no
                   with
                   griefes
                   doth
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   report
                   oftturnes
                   in
                   loue
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XV.
                 
              
               
                 
                 LOrd
                 when
                 I
                 thinke
                 what
                 a
                 paltery
                 thing
                 is
                 a
                 
                 gloue
                 or
                 a
                 ring
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 top
                 of
                 a
                 fan
                 to
                 brag
                 of
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 how
                 much
                 a
                 Noddy
                 will
                 triumph
                 in
                 a
                 buske
                 point
                 ,
                 busk
                 point
                 ,
                 snatch
                 
                 with
                 the
                 tagge
                 of
                 ,
                 snatch
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 then
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 welfare
                 
                 him
                 that
                 hath
                 euer
                 vsed
                 close
                 play
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   a
                   pittifull
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   hath
                   a
                   frowne
                   in
                   the
                   face
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   a
                   no
                   in
                   the
                   lips
                   of
                   a
                   Lady
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   when
                   I
                   had
                   wist
                   ,
                
                 
                   she
                   would
                   bee
                   kist
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   shee
                   away
                   did
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hey
                   hoe
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   end
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   trust
                   any
                   woman
                   more
                   then
                   you
                   know
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SAy
                 wāton
                 wil
                 you
                 loue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 long
                 de
                 -
                 laying
                 ,
                 
                 no
                 long
                 delaying
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 lōg
                 delaying
                 ,
                 
                 .ii
                 ,
                 whilst
                 that
                 you
                 striue
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 
                 feare
                 your
                 loues
                 decaying
                 decaying
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Feare
                   not
                   my
                   loues
                   decaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   that
                   you
                   striue
                   to
                   proue
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   loue
                   no
                   long
                   delaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Come
                   wanton
                   then
                   and
                   loue
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 I
                 Bei
                 ligustri
                 e
                 rose
                 ,
                 Ch'in
                 voi
                 natura
                 ,
                 po
                 -
                 se
                 
                 .ii.
                 
                 Donna
                 gen
                 .
                 
                 til
                 mi
                 fanno
                 ,
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 mori
                 re
                 ,
                 Si
                 graue
                 é
                 la
                 mia
                 pena
                 e'l
                 
                 mio
                 marti
                 re
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 martire
                 .
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Strike
                 it
                 vp
                 Tabor
                 and
                 pipe
                 vs
                 a
                 fauour
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 
                 well
                 paid
                 well
                 paid
                 for
                 thy
                 labour
                 :
                 Imeane
                 to
                 spend
                 my
                 shoe
                 sole
                 
                 to
                 daunce
                 about
                 the
                 May
                 pole
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 blith
                 and
                 briske
                 ,
                 blith
                 and
                 
                 briske
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 leap
                 and
                 skip
                 ,
                 hop
                 and
                 trip
                 ,
                 turne
                 about
                 in
                 the
                 rout
                 ,
                 vntill
                 
                 very
                 weary
                 weary
                 ioyntes
                 can
                 scarse
                 friske
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Lusty
                   Dicke
                   Hopkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   lay
                   on
                   with
                   thy
                   napkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   stiching
                   cost
                   me
                   but
                   a
                   dodkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   Morris
                   were
                   halfe
                   vndone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wert
                   not
                   for
                   Martin
                   of
                   Compton
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   well
                   said
                   Iiging
                   Alce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pritty
                   Gill
                   ,
                
                 
                   stand
                   you
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dapper
                   Iacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   meanes
                   to
                   smacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   how
                   now
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   fie
                   ,
                   you
                   dance
                   false
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 HA
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 this
                 
                 world
                 doth
                 passe
                 most
                 merily
                 most
                 merily
                 I
                 le
                 bee
                 sworne
                 ,
                 for
                 many
                 
                 an
                 honest
                 Indian
                 Asse
                 goes
                 for
                 a
                 vnicorne
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 farra
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 dyno
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 this
                 is
                 idle
                 idle
                 fino
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   O
                   sweet
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   tickles
                   this
                   age
                   that
                   can
                   ,
                
                 
                   call
                   Tulliaes
                   Ape
                   a
                   Marmasyte
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Ledaes
                   Goose
                   a
                   swan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fara
                   diddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   So
                   so
                   so
                   so
                   fine
                   English
                   dayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   false
                   play
                   is
                   no
                   reproch
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   he
                   that
                   doth
                   the
                   Cochman
                   prayse
                   ,
                
                 
                   may
                   safely
                   vse
                   the
                   Coch.
                
                 
                   fara
                   dyddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XX.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SInce
                 Roben
                 Hood
                 ,
                 maid
                 Marian
                 ,
                 and
                 little
                 
                 Iohn
                 are
                 gone
                 a
                 ,
                 the
                 hobby
                 horse
                 was
                 quite
                 for
                 -
                 got
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 Kempe
                 did
                 daunce
                 a
                 lone
                 a
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 labour
                 after
                 the
                 
                 tabor
                 for
                 to
                 dance
                 then
                 into
                 France
                 ,
                 for
                 .ii.
                 he
                 
                 tooke
                 paines
                 ▪
                 tooke
                 paines
                 to
                 skip
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 to
                 skip
                 it
                 in
                 hope
                 of
                 
                 gaines
                 .ii.
                 he
                 did
                 trip
                 it
                 trip
                 it
                 .ii.
                 on
                 the
                 toe
                 ,
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 
                 diddle
                 doe
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FA
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 O
                 now
                 weepe
                 ,
                 now
                 
                 sing
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 for
                 this
                 is
                 loue
                 in
                 frost
                 
                 to
                 frie
                 ,
                 in
                 teares
                 to
                 sing
                 ,
                 in
                 life
                 to
                 die
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 in
                 life
                 to
                 die
                 to
                 die
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 and
                 neuer
                 to
                 haue
                 ending
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   die
                   willingly
                   ,
                
                 
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   I
                   liue
                   in
                   spite
                   of
                   loue
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   hope
                   of
                   gaine
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thinke
                   to
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   some
                   pleasure
                   mingled
                   with
                   paine
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 ALas
                 tarry
                 but
                 one
                 halfe
                 howre
                 ,
                 one
                 halfe
                 howre
                 ,
                 vntill
                 an
                 
                 opportunity
                 fit
                 my
                 power
                 .ii.
                 then
                 will
                 I
                 looke
                 
                 and
                 sigh
                 out
                 all
                 my
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 now
                 euery
                 body
                 looketh
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gone
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gon
                 to
                 morrow
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Adiew
                   .
                   why
                   did
                   I
                   aspire
                   high
                   ,
                
                 
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   my
                   ruinous
                   end
                   so
                   nigh
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   will
                   I
                   now
                   prolong
                   my
                   last
                   farewell
                   ,
                
                 
                   else
                   in
                   sodaine
                   sort
                   to
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   will
                   go
                   neare
                   to
                   breake
                   my
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   that
                   doth
                   swell
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AS
                 deadly
                 serpents
                 lurking
                 ,
                 so
                 enuy
                 lyeth
                 wor.
                 
                 
                 king
                 ,
                 still
                 to
                 disgrace
                 those
                 men
                 which
                 do
                 striue
                 
                 by
                 vertues
                 fame
                 to
                 augment
                 their
                 height
                 of
                 name
                 ,
                 by
                 labour
                 ,
                 art
                 
                 and
                 pen.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   But
                   let
                   all
                   carping
                   Momi
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   idle
                   foolish
                   Zoili
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   so
                   ere
                   they
                   will
                   report
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   put
                   my selfe
                   in
                   venture
                
                 
                   to
                   iudgements
                   learned
                   censure
                
                 
                   and
                   men
                   of
                   better
                   sort
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DOnna
                 il
                 vostro
                 bel
                 viso
                 vi
                 so
                 ,
                 Apr'a
                 
                 chi
                 mir
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 il
                 paradi
                 so
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 Ma'l
                 mio
                 misero
                 core
                 ,
                 Sen
                 viu
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 in
                 
                 lagrim'e
                 in
                 lagrim'e
                 dolore
                 do
                 lo
                 re
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXV
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Nighting
                 gale
                 the
                 Organ
                 of
                 delight
                 
                 the
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 Larke
                 ,
                 the
                 Blackbird
                 .ii.
                 and
                 the
                 
                 Thrush
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 prittie
                 queristers
                 of
                 flight
                 ,
                 that
                 chant
                 their
                 
                 musicke
                 notes
                 in
                 euery
                 bush
                 .ii.
                 let
                 them
                 
                 no
                 more
                 contend
                 who
                 shall
                 excell
                 ,
                 the
                 cuckoo
                 ,
                 coockoo
                 ,
                 the
                 coockoo
                 
                 .ii.
                 coockoo
                 the
                 coockoo
                 coockoo
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 coockoo
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 that
                 beares
                 the
                 bell
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               XXVI
               .
            
             
               6.
               voc
            
             
               A
               remembrance
               of
               my
               friend
               M.
               Thomas
               Morley
               .
            
             
               
                 QVINTVS
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 depriued
                 mee
                 ,
                 hath
                 depriued
                 me
                 of
                 my
                 dearest
                 
                 friend
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 and
                 laid
                 in
                 graue
                 ,
                 in
                 graue
                 hee
                 
                 rests
                 ii
                 .
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 .
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 things
                 haue
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 that
                 
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 must
                 vnto
                 
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 ,
                 to
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 
                 must
                 .ii.
                 be
                 brought
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 TENOR
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 depriued
                 mee
                 of
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 ,
                 of
                 
                 .ii.
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 and
                 laid
                 in
                 graue
                 ,
                 in
                 graue
                 ,
                 in
                 
                 graue
                 he
                 restes
                 ,
                 in
                 .ii.
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 world
                 
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 thinges
                 haue
                 ,
                 all
                 thinges
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 
                 end
                 ,
                 that
                 na
                 ture
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 ,
                 must
                 .ii.
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 ,
                 bee
                 brought
                 .
              
            
             
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
               BASSVS
            
             
               AYERES
               OR
               Phantasticke
               Spirites
               
                 for
                 three
                 voices
              
               ,
               Made
               and
               newly
               published
               by
               THOMAS
               WEELKES
               ,
               
                 Gentleman
                 of
                 his
                 Maiesties
                 Chappell
                 ,
                 Batchelar
              
               of
               Musicke
               ,
               and
               Organest
               of
               the
               Cathedral
               Church
               of
               Chichester
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               Printed
               by
               
                 William
                 Barley
              
               ,
               and
               are
               to
               be
               sold
               at
               his
               shoppe
               
                 in
                 Gracious
                 street
              
               .
            
             
               1608.
               
            
             
               Cum
               Priuilegio
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               Table
               of
               all
               the
               Songes
               contained
               in
               this
               Set.
               
            
             
               Come
               come
               le
               ts
               begin
               .
               I
            
             
               Iockey
               thine
               horne
               pipes
               dull
               .
               II
            
             
               Some
               men
               desire
               Spouses
               .
               III
            
             
               To
               morrow
               is
               the
               marriage
               day
               .
               IIII
            
             
               Vpon
               a
               hill
               ,
               the
               bonny
               boy
               .
               V
            
             
               Come
               sirrah
               Iacke
               hoe
               .
               VI
            
             
               Tan
               ta
               ra
               ran
               tan
               tant
               VII
            
             
               The
               Gods
               haue
               heard
               my
               vowes
               .
               VIII
            
             
               Though
               my
               carriage
               be
               but
               IX
            
             
               The
               Ape
               ,
               the
               Monkey
               .
               X
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               though
               I
               shrinke
               still
               .
               XI
            
             
               Aye
               me
               alas
               hey
               hoe
               .
               XII
            
             
               Late
               in
               my
               rash
               accounting
               .
               XIII
            
             
               Fowre
               armes
               two
               neckes
               .
               XIIII
            
             
               Lord
               when
               I
               thinke
               .
               XV
            
             
               Say
               wanton
               will
               you
               loue
               me
               .
               XVI
            
             
               I
               bei
               ligustri
               e
               rose
               .
               XVII
            
             
               Strike
               it
               vp
               Tabor
               .
               XVIII
            
             
               Ha
               ha
               this
               world
               doth
               passe
               .
               XIX
            
             
               Since
               Robin
               Hood
               .
               XX
            
             
               Fa
               la
               la
               ,
               O
               now
               weepe
               .
               XXI
            
             
               Al
               's
               tarrry
               but
               one
               halfe
               howre
               .
               XXII
            
             
               As
               deadly
               serpents
               lurking
               .
               XXIII
            
             
               Donna
               il
               vostro
               .
               XXIIII
            
             
               The
               Nightingale
               .
               XXV
            
             
               
                 A
                 Song
                 for
              
               6.
               voices
            
             
               Death
               hath
               depriued
               me
               .
               XXVI
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               BASSVS
               .
            
             
               3.
               voc
               .
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 ,
                 come
                 le
                 ts
                 begin
                 le
                 ts
                 begin
                 to
                 reuel't
                 out
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 reuel't
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 tread
                 the
                 hilles
                 and
                 dales
                 a
                 -
                 bout
                 ,
                 
                 that
                 hilles
                 and
                 dales
                 and
                 woodes
                 may
                 sound
                 ,
                 an
                 Eccho
                 
                 .ii.
                 to
                 this
                 warbling
                 round
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   Lads
                   merry
                   bee
                   with
                   musicke
                   sweete
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   Faires
                   trip
                   it
                   with
                   your
                   feet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pans
                   pipe
                   is
                   dull
                   ,
                   a
                   better
                   straine
                   ,
                
                 
                   doth
                   stretch
                   it selfe
                   to
                   please
                   your
                   vaine
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 
                 IOckey
                 thine
                 horne
                 pipes
                 dull
                 ,
                 giue
                 wind
                 
                 man
                 at
                 full
                 ,
                 fie
                 vpon
                 such
                 a
                 sad
                 gul
                 ,
                 like
                 an
                 hoody
                 
                 doody
                 ,
                 all
                 to
                 moody
                 ,
                 toodle
                 ,
                 loodle
                 ,
                 pipe
                 it
                 vp
                 thicker
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 tread
                 it
                 
                 the
                 quicker
                 :
                 why
                 then
                 about
                 it
                 roundly
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 
                 foot
                 it
                 foot
                 it
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 soundly
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 take
                 my
                 steps
                 the
                 shorter
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 if
                 I
                 trampled
                 ,
                 trampled
                 trampled
                 morter
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Darite
                   growes
                   so
                   graue
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   may
                   not
                   her
                   haue
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   around
                   when
                   I
                   do
                   craue
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hoop
                   sir
                   hoy
                   day
                   ,
                   O
                   you
                   hurtme
                
                 
                   Toodle
                   ,
                   Toodle
                   ,
                
                 
                   set
                   me
                   thy
                   worke
                   by
                
                 
                   and
                   come
                   to
                   me
                   smurkly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Then
                   if
                   she
                   chance
                   to
                   glance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Giue
                   vs
                   two
                   roome
                   to
                   dance
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   my
                   green
                   ierkin
                   bare
                   is
                
                 
                   Vs
                   two
                   to
                   all
                   the
                   parish
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SOme
                 men
                 desire
                 spouses
                 ,
                 that
                 come
                 of
                 noble
                 
                 houses
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 would
                 haue
                 in
                 mariage
                 ladies
                 
                 of
                 courtly
                 cariage
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fala
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 but
                 few
                 
                 desire
                 as
                 I
                 do
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 ,
                 the
                 maidenhead
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 .ii.
                 of
                 a
                 widow
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Some
                   thinke
                   faire
                   youth
                   will
                   cherish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strength
                   that
                   begins
                   to
                   perish
                   ,
                
                 
                   le
                   haue
                   no
                   colts
                   to
                   taming
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   me
                   be
                   young'st
                   at
                   gaming
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   le
                   get
                   ore
                   ,
                   I
                   le
                   go
                   nigh
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   maidenhead
                   of
                   a
                   widdow
                   .
                
              
               
               
               
               
            
             
               
               
                 IIII.
                 
              
               
                 
                 TO
                 morrow
                 is
                 the
                 marriage
                 day
                 of
                 Mopsus
                 
                 and
                 faire
                 Phillida
                 ,
                 Come
                 shepheards
                 bring
                 your
                 
                 garlands
                 gay
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 your
                 garlands
                 gay
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Ifloue
                   lye
                   in
                   so
                   fowle
                   a
                   nest
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   fowlenes
                   on
                   so
                   faire
                   a
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   louer
                   may
                   not
                   hope
                   the
                   best
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   O
                   do
                   not
                   weepe
                   faire
                   Bellamoure
                   ,
                
                 
                   though
                   he
                   be
                   gone
                   there
                   's
                   many
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   loue
                   hath
                   many
                   loues
                   in
                   store
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 
                 VPon
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
                 the
                 bony
                 bony
                 boy
                 ,
                 
                 sweet
                 Thirsis
                 sweetly
                 plaid
                 ,
                 and
                 calde
                 his
                 lambes
                 
                 their
                 maistersioy
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 hee
                 would
                 haue
                 said
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 ,
                 but
                 loue
                 
                 that
                 giues
                 the
                 louers
                 wings
                 ,
                 withdrew
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
                 his
                 mind
                 from
                 other
                 
                 things
                 ,
                 from
                 o
                 -
                 ther
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   His
                   pipe
                   and
                   he
                   could
                   not
                   agree
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   Milla
                   was
                   his
                   note
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   silly
                   pipe
                   could
                   neuer
                   get
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   louely
                   name
                   by
                   rote
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   With
                   that
                   they
                   both
                   fell
                   in
                   a
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   fell
                   a
                   sleepe
                   ,
                   his
                   pipe
                   to
                   ground
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 sirrah
                 Iacke
                 hoe
                 ,
                 fill
                 some
                 Tobacco
                 ,
                 bring
                 a
                 wire
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 some
                 fire
                 ,
                 hast
                 hast
                 away
                 ,
                 quicke
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 stay
                 ,
                 shun
                 delay
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 I
                 dranke
                 none
                 good
                 to
                 day
                 :
                 I
                 sweare
                 that
                 this
                 Tobacco
                 it
                 's
                 per
                 
                 fect
                 Trinidado
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 very
                 mas
                 ,
                 neuer
                 was
                 better
                 gere
                 then
                 is
                 here
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 the
                 bloud
                 ,
                 t
                 is
                 very
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fill
                   the
                   pipe
                   once
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   braines
                   daunce
                   trenchmore
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   headdy
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   geeddy
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   head
                   and
                   braines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Back
                   and
                   raines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iomtes
                   and
                   vaines
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   all
                   paines
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   well
                   purge
                   and
                   make
                   cleane
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   those
                   that
                   doe
                   Condenme
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   such
                   as
                   not
                   Commend
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   were
                   so
                   wise
                   to
                   learne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Good
                   Tobacco
                   to
                   discerne
                
                 
                   Let
                   them
                   go
                   ,
                   plucke
                   a
                   crow
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   know
                   as
                   I
                   do
                
                 
                   The
                   sweet
                   of
                   Trinidado
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 TAn
                 ta
                 ra
                 ran
                 tan
                 tant
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Mars
                 on
                 bloudy
                 rampier
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 ,
                 cries
                 Venus
                 in
                 a
                 Chamber
                 toodle
                 loodle
                 
                 loo
                 ,
                 cryes
                 Pan
                 that
                 Cuckoo
                 ,
                 with
                 bels
                 at
                 his
                 shoo
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 fiddle
                 fiddle
                 
                 too
                 ,
                 Aye
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 alas
                 lye
                 weeping
                 ,
                 for
                 death
                 hath
                 slaine
                 my
                 
                 sweeting
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 my
                 heart
                 in
                 keeping
                 ,
                 my
                 hart
                 in
                 keeping
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 VIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Gods
                 haue
                 heard
                 my
                 vowes
                 ,
                 fond
                 Lyce
                 ,
                 
                 whose
                 faire
                 browes
                 wont
                 scorne
                 with
                 such
                 disdaine
                 ,
                 my
                 loue
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 my
                 teares
                 my
                 paine
                 .ii.
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   those
                   spring-tide
                   roses
                   ,
                
                 
                   are
                   turnde
                   to
                   winter
                   poses
                   ,
                
                 
                   to
                   Rue
                   ,
                   and
                   time
                   ,
                   and
                   sage
                   ,
                
                 
                   fitting
                   that
                   shriuledage
                   ,
                
                 
                   Falalala
                   .
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Now
                   youthes
                   with
                   hote
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   ,
                   see
                   that
                   flamelesse
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   erst
                   your
                   hearts
                   so
                   burned
                   ,
                
                 
                   quicke
                   into
                   ashes
                   turned
                   .
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 IX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THough
                 my
                 carriage
                 be
                 but
                 carelesse
                 ,
                 though
                 my
                 
                 looks
                 be
                 of
                 the
                 sternest
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 passions
                 are
                 compare
                 -
                 lesse
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 in
                 earnest
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   No
                   my
                   wits
                   are
                   not
                   so
                   wild
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   gentle
                   soule
                   may
                   yoake
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   my
                   heart
                   so
                   hard
                   compilde
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   melts
                   ,
                   if
                   loue
                   prouoke
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 X.
                 
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Ape
                 ,
                 the
                 Monkey
                 and
                 Babone
                 did
                 meete
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 breaking
                 of
                 their
                 fast
                 in
                 fryday
                 street
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 three
                 natures
                 
                 was
                 a
                 simpathie
                 ,
                 Nay
                 quoth
                 Baboone
                 I
                 do
                 deny
                 that
                 straine
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 
                 more
                 knauery
                 in
                 me
                 then
                 you
                 twaine
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Why
                   quoth
                   the
                   Ape
                   I
                   haue
                   a
                   horse
                   at
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   Parris
                   Garden
                   for
                   to
                   ride
                   on
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   there
                   shew
                   trickes
                   :
                   tush
                   quoth
                   the
                   Monkey
                   I
                
                 
                   for
                   better
                   trickes
                   in
                   great
                   mens
                   houses
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   Tush
                   ,
                   quoth
                   Baboone
                   ,
                   when
                   men
                   do
                   know
                   I
                   come
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   sport
                   ,
                   from
                   City
                   ,
                   country
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   runne
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 NO
                 no
                 ,
                 though
                 I
                 shrinke
                 still
                 ,
                 yet
                 I
                 thinke
                 stil
                 
                 that
                 a
                 wincke
                 will
                 do
                 what
                 louers
                 best
                 know
                 ,
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 till
                 then
                 
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 glad
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 mad
                 ,
                 hang
                 vp
                 all
                 loue
                 that
                 is
                 sad
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 
                 la
                 liro
                 logh
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   What
                   what
                   ,
                
                 
                   if
                   she
                   faine
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   then
                   I
                   plaine
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   a
                   vaine
                   to
                
                 
                   ouerthrow
                   her
                   that
                   's
                   flat
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   ,
                   but
                   she
                   loued
                   me
                   well
                   ,
                
                 
                   no
                   but
                   I
                   cannot
                   tell
                   ,
                
                 
                   who
                   dares
                   trust
                   women
                   or
                   hell
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AYe
                 me
                 alas
                 ,
                 hey
                 hoe
                 ,
                 hey
                 hoe
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 thus
                 doth
                 Messalina
                 ▪
                 go
                 up
                 and
                 downe
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 vp
                 and
                 downe
                 the
                 house
                 a
                 crying
                 ,
                 a
                 crying
                 ,
                 for
                 her
                 Monkey
                 lyes
                 a
                 
                 dying
                 for
                 .ii.
                 death
                 thou
                 art
                 too
                 cruel
                 ,
                 to
                 bereaue
                 her
                 
                 Iewell
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 seasure
                 of
                 her
                 onely
                 treasure
                 ,
                 if
                 her
                 Monkey
                 die
                 
                 she
                 will
                 sit
                 and
                 crie
                 ,
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 fie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LAte
                 in
                 my
                 rash
                 accounting
                 ,
                 my
                 Fortune
                 
                 was
                 amounting
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 
                 and
                 now
                 all
                 is
                 vndone
                 ,
                 all
                 courses
                 backward
                 runne
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Harts
                   greedy
                   in
                   desiring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   speedy
                   in
                   aspiring
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   femall
                   sexe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   stout
                   hearts
                   breake
                   their
                   necks
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   You
                   Ladies
                   faire
                   and
                   fickle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   climing
                   thoughts
                   do
                   tickle
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   Shall
                   most
                   deepely
                   repent
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   finde
                   a
                   base
                   descent
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FOwre
                 armes
                 ,
                 two
                 neckes
                 ,
                 one
                 wreathing
                 ,
                 two
                 
                 paire
                 of
                 lips
                 one
                 breathing
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 fa
                 
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 two
                 hearts
                 that
                 multiply
                 ,
                 sighes
                 enterchangeably
                 ,
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   The
                   thought
                   of
                   this
                   confound
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   as
                   I
                   speake
                   it
                   woundes
                   me
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   It
                   cannot
                   be
                   exprest
                   ,
                
                 
                   good
                   help
                   me
                   whilst
                   I
                   rest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Bad
                   stomackes
                   haue
                   their
                   loathing
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   O
                   this
                   all
                   is
                   nothing
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                
                 
                   this
                   no
                   with
                   griefes
                   doth
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   report
                   oft
                   turnes
                   in
                   loue
                   ,
                   fa
                   la
                   la.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XV.
                 
              
               
                 
                 LOrd
                 when
                 I
                 thinke
                 what
                 a
                 paltery
                 thing
                 is
                 a
                 
                 gloue
                 or
                 a
                 ring
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 top
                 of
                 a
                 fan
                 to
                 brag
                 of
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 how
                 much
                 a
                 Noddy
                 will
                 triumph
                 in
                 a
                 buske
                 point
                 ,
                 snatch
                 with
                 the
                 
                 tagge
                 of
                 ,
                 snatch
                 with
                 the
                 tagge
                 of
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 well
                 fare
                 him
                 
                 that
                 hath
                 euer
                 vsed
                 close
                 play
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   a
                   pittifull
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   hath
                   a
                   frowne
                   in
                   the
                   face
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   a
                   no
                   in
                   the
                   lips
                   of
                   a
                   Lady
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   when
                   I
                   had
                   wist
                   ,
                
                 
                   she
                   would
                   bee
                   kist
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   shee
                   away
                   did
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   with
                   hey
                   hoe
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   end
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neuer
                   trust
                   any
                   woman
                   more
                   then
                   you
                   know
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVI
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SAy
                 wanton
                 wil
                 you
                 loue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 long
                 de
                 -
                 laying
                 ,
                 
                 delaying
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 no
                 long
                 delay
                 -
                 ing
                 ,
                 
                 whilst
                 that
                 you
                 striue
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 to
                 proue
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 feare
                 your
                 
                 loues
                 decaying
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Feare
                   not
                   my
                   loues
                   decaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   that
                   you
                   striue
                   to
                   proue
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   loue
                   no
                   long
                   delaying
                   ,
                
                 
                   Come
                   wanton
                   then
                   and
                   loue
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 I
                 Bei
                 ligustri
                 e
                 rose
                 ,
                 Ch'in
                 voi
                 natura
                 ,
                 po
                 
                 se
                 .ii.
                 
                 Donna
                 gen
                 
                 til
                 mi
                 fanno
                 ,
                 ogn
                 hor
                 mori
                 re
                 ,
                 Si
                 graue
                 é
                 la
                 mia
                 
                 pena
                 e'l
                 mio
                 martire
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Strike
                 it
                 vp
                 Tabor
                 and
                 pipe
                 via
                 fauour
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 
                 well
                 paid
                 for
                 thy
                 labour
                 :
                 to
                 dance
                 about
                 the
                 Maypole
                 ,
                 I
                 
                 will
                 be
                 blith
                 and
                 briske
                 ,
                 leap
                 and
                 skip
                 ,
                 hop
                 and
                 trip
                 ,
                 turne
                 about
                 in
                 
                 the
                 rout
                 ,
                 vntill
                 very
                 weary
                 ioyntes
                 can
                 scarse
                 friske
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Lusty
                   Dicke
                   Hopkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   lay
                   on
                   with
                   thy
                   napkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   stiching
                   cost
                   me
                   but
                   a
                   dodkin
                   ,
                
                 
                   the
                   Morris
                   were
                   halfe
                   vnd
                   one
                
                 
                   Wert
                   not
                   for
                   Martin
                   of
                   Compton
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   well
                   said
                   Iiging
                   Alce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pritty
                   Gill
                   ,
                
                 
                   stand
                   you
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dapper
                   Iacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   meanes
                   to
                   smacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   how
                   now
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   you
                   dance
                   false
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XIX
                 .
              
               
                 
                 HA
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 ha
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 this
                 
                 world
                 doth
                 passe
                 most
                 merily
                 most
                 merily
                 I
                 wil
                 be
                 sworn
                 ,
                 for
                 many
                 
                 an
                 honest
                 Indian
                 Asse
                 goes
                 for
                 a
                 vnicorne
                 ,
                 goes
                 for
                 an
                 vnicorne
                 
                 .ii.
                 a
                 vnicorne
                 ,
                 farra
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 dyno
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 this
                 is
                 idle
                 idle
                 fino
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   tygh
                   hygh
                   ,
                   O
                   sweet
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   he
                   tickles
                   this
                   age
                   that
                   can
                   ,
                
                 
                   call
                   Tulliaes
                   Ape
                   a
                   Marmasyte
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Ledaes
                   Goose
                   a
                   swan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fara
                   diddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   So
                   so
                   so
                   so
                   fine
                   English
                   dayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   false
                   play
                   is
                   no
                   reproch
                   ,
                
                 
                   for
                   he
                   that
                   doth
                   the
                   Cochman
                   prayse
                   ,
                
                 
                   may
                   safely
                   vse
                   the
                   Coch
                   ,
                
                 
                   fara
                   dyddle
                   deyno
                   ,
                
                 
                   this
                   is
                   idle
                   fyno
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XX.
                 
              
               
                 
                 SInce
                 Roben
                 Hood
                 ,
                 maid
                 Marian
                 ,
                 and
                 little
                 
                 Iohn
                 are
                 gone
                 a
                 ,
                 the
                 hobby
                 harse
                 was
                 quite
                 for
                 -
                 got
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 Kempe
                 did
                 daunce
                 a
                 lone
                 a
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 labour
                 after
                 the
                 
                 tabor
                 for
                 to
                 dance
                 then
                 into
                 France
                 ,
                 for
                 .ii.
                 he
                 
                 took
                 pains
                 to
                 skip
                 ,
                 to
                 skip
                 .ii.
                 to
                 skip
                 it
                 in
                 hope
                 of
                 gains
                 of
                 gains
                 
                 he
                 will
                 trip
                 it
                 trip
                 it
                 trip
                 it
                 on
                 the
                 toe
                 ,
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 diddle
                 doe
                 ,
                 
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXI
              
               
                 
                 FA
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 ,
                 O
                 now
                 weepe
                 ,
                 now
                 
                 sing
                 fa
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 la
                 :
                 for
                 this
                 is
                 loue
                 in
                 frost
                 
                 to
                 frie
                 ,
                 in
                 teares
                 to
                 sing
                 ,
                 in
                 life
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 .ii.
                 and
                 neuer
                 
                 to
                 haue
                 ending
                 .
                 
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   die
                   willingly
                   ,
                
                 
                   fa
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   la
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   I
                   liue
                   in
                   spite
                   of
                   loue
                   ,
                
                 
                   in
                   hope
                   of
                   gaine
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thinke
                   to
                   proue
                   ,
                
                 
                   some
                   pleasure
                   mingled
                   with
                   paine
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 O
                 tarry
                 tarry
                 but
                 one
                 halfe
                 houre
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 halfe
                 howre
                 ,
                 vntill
                 an
                 opportunity
                 fit
                 my
                 power
                 then
                 will
                 I
                 looke
                 
                 and
                 sigh
                 out
                 all
                 my
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 now
                 euery
                 body
                 looketh
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gon
                 &
                 you
                 know
                 I
                 must
                 be
                 gon
                 tomorow
                 ,
                 tomorow
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Adiew
                   ,
                   why
                   did
                   I
                   aspire
                   high
                   ,
                
                 
                   when
                   I
                   see
                   my
                   ruinous
                   end
                   so
                   nigh
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   will
                   I
                   now
                   prolong
                   my
                   last
                   farewell
                   ,
                
                 
                   else
                   in
                   sodaine
                   sort
                   to
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   will
                   go
                   neare
                   to
                   breake
                   my
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   that
                   doth
                   swell
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AS
                 deadly
                 serpents
                 lurking
                 ,
                 so
                 enuy
                 lyeth
                 wor.
                 
                 
                 king
                 ,
                 still
                 to
                 disgrace
                 those
                 men
                 which
                 do
                 striue
                 
                 by
                 vertues
                 fame
                 to
                 augment
                 their
                 height
                 of
                 name
                 ,
                 by
                 labour
                 ,
                 art
                 
                 and
                 pen.
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   But
                   let
                   all
                   carping
                   Momi
                   ,
                
                 
                   and
                   idle
                   foolish
                   Zoili
                   ,
                
                 
                   what
                   so
                   ere
                   they
                   will
                   report
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   put
                   my selfe
                   in
                   venture
                
                 
                   to
                   iudgements
                   learned
                   censure
                
                 
                   and
                   men
                   of
                   better
                   sort
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 XXIIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DOnna
                 il
                 vostro
                 bel
                 vi
                 so
                 ,
                 Apr'a
                 
                 chi
                 mir
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 horil
                 paradiso
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 
                 
                 Ma'l
                 mio
                 misero
                 core
                 ,
                 Sen
                 viu
                 '
                 ogn
                 '
                 hor
                 in
                 
                 lagrim'e
                 in
                 lagrim'e
                 dolore
                 do
                 lo
                 re
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Nightin
                 -
                 gall
                 the
                 Organ
                 of
                 
                 delight
                 the
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 nimble
                 Larke
                 ,
                 the
                 blacke
                 
                 bird
                 .ii.
                 and
                 the
                 Thrush
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 prety
                 quiristers
                 of
                 flight
                 ,
                 
                 that
                 chant
                 their
                 Musicke
                 notes
                 in
                 euery
                 bush
                 ,
                 ii
                 .
                 
                 in
                 euery
                 bush
                 ,
                 in
                 euery
                 bush
                 :
                 Let
                 them
                 no
                 more
                 contend
                 who
                 shal
                 
                 excell
                 ,
                 the
                 coockoo
                 .ii
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 ,
                 the
                 coockoo
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 the
                 
                 coockoo
                 is
                 the
                 bird
                 that
                 beares
                 the
                 bell
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               XXVI
               .
            
             
               6.
               voc
            
             
               A
               remembrance
               of
               my
               friend
               ,
               M.
               Thomas
               Morley
               .
            
             
               
                 BASSVS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
                 My
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 and
                 laid
                 
                 in
                 graue
                 in
                 graue
                 he
                 rests
                 ,
                 .ii.
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 the
                 
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 thinges
                 haue
                 ,
                 all
                 thinges
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 
                 end
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 ,
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 bee
                 
                 brought
                 ,
                 must
                 .ii.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 CANTVS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 DEath
                 hath
                 depriued
                 me
                 of
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 ,
                 my
                 dearest
                 
                 friend
                 ,
                 my
                 dearest
                 friend
                 is
                 dead
                 and
                 laid
                 in
                 grane
                 ,
                 in
                 graue
                 he
                 rests
                 
                 in
                 .ii.
                 vntill
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 end
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 end
                 must
                 all
                 things
                 haue
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 that
                 nature
                 
                 wrought
                 ,
                 that
                 nature
                 wrought
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 bee
                 brought
                 must
                 
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 must
                 vnto
                 dust
                 be
                 brought
                 .
              
            
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
      
    
     
  

