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         Dowland, John, 1563?-1626.
      
       
         
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             A pilgrimes solace VVherein is contained musicall harmonie of 3. 4. and 5. parts, to be sung and plaid with the lute and viols. By Iohn Douland, Batchelor of Musicke in both the vniuersities: and lutenist to the Right Honourable the Lord Walden.
             Dowland, John, 1563?-1626.
          
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           A
           Pilgrimes
           Solace
           .
           Wherein
           is
           contained
           Musicall
           Harmonie
           of
           3.
           4.
           and
           5.
           parts
           ,
           to
           be
           sung
           and
           plaid
           with
           the
           Lute
           and
           Viols
           .
        
         
           By
           
             John
             Douland
          
           ,
           Batchelor
           of
           Musicke
           in
           both
           the
           Vniuersities
           :
           and
           Lutenist
           to
           the
           Right
           Honourable
           the
           Lord
           Walden
           .
        
         
           1612
        
         
           LONDON
           :
           Printed
           for
           
             M.
             L.
             J.
             B.
          
           and
           
             T.
             S.
          
           by
           the
           Assignment
           of
           
             William
             Barley
          
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
             TO
             THE
             RIGHT
             HO
             norable
          
           ,
           THEOPHILVS
           ,
           
             LORD
             VVALDEN
             ,
             SONNE
             AND
             HEIRE
             TO
             THE
             MOST
             NOBLE
             ,
          
           THOMAS
           ,
           
             BAR
             ON
             OF
             WALDEN
             ,
             EARLE
             OF
             SVFFOLKE
             ,
             LORD
             CHAMBERLAINE
             OF
             HIS
             MAIESTIES
             HOVSEHOLD
             ,
             KNIGHT
             OF
             THE
             MOST
             Noble
             Order
             of
             the
             Garter
             ,
             and
             one
             of
             his
             Maiesties
             most
             Honourable
          
           Priuie
           Counsell
           .
        
         
           Most
           Honoured
           Lord
           :
        
         
           AS
           to
           exell
           in
           any
           qualitie
           is
           very
           rare
           ,
           so
           is
           it
           a
           hard
           thing
           to
           finde
           out
           those
           that
           fauour
           Vertue
           and
           Learning
           ;
           but
           such
           being
           found
           ,
           men
           of
           Iudgment
           are
           drawne
           (
           I
           know
           not
           by
           what
           Sympathie
           )
           to
           loue
           and
           Honor
           them
           ,
           as
           the
           Saints
           and
           Soueraignes
           of
           their
           affections
           and
           deuices
           :
           wherefore
           (
           most
           Worthy
           Lord
           )
           your
           Honor
           being
           of
           all
           men
           noted
           (
           as
           natural
           borne
           heire
           of
           your
           most
           Renowned
           father
           and
           mother
           )
           to
           be
           the
           onely
           and
           alone
           Supporter
           of
           goodnes
           and
           excellencie
           ,
           knowne
           to
           none
           better
           (
           vnles
           I
           should
           be
           the
           most
           vngratefull
           of
           all
           others
           )
           then
           my selfe
           ,
           who
           am
           held
           vp
           onely
           by
           your
           gratious
           hand
           ;
           for
           which
           I
           can
           shew
           no
           other
           meanes
           of
           thankfulnes
           then
           these
           simple
           fruits
           of
           my
           poore
           endeauors
           which
           I
           most
           humbly
           present
           as
           a
           publike
           pledge
           from
           a
           true
           and
           deuoted
           heart
           ,
           hoping
           hereafter
           to
           performe
           something
           ,
           wherein
           I
           shall
           shew
           my selfe
           more
           worthy
           of
           your
           Honorable
           seruice
           .
           In
           the
           meane
           time
           you
           shall
           haue
           a
           poore
           mans
           praiers
           for
           your
           Lordships
           continuall
           health
           and
           dayly
           increase
           of
           Honor.
           
        
         
           
             Your
             Honours
             humble
             seruant
             IOHN
             DOVLAND
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           WOrthy
           Gentlemen
           ,
           and
           my
           louing
           Countrymen
           ;
           mooued
           by
           your
           many
           and
           fore-tasted
           courresies
           ,
           I
           am
           constrained
           to
           appeare
           againe
           vnto
           you
           .
           True
           it
           is
           ,
           I
           haue
           lien
           long
           obscured
           from
           your
           sight
           ,
           because
           I
           receiued
           a
           Kingly
           entertainment
           in
           a
           forraine
           climate
           ,
           which
           could
           not
           attaine
           to
           any
           (
           though
           neuer
           so
           meane
           )
           place
           at
           home
           ,
           yet
           haue
           I
           held
           vp
           my
           head
           within
           this
           Horizon
           ,
           and
           not
           altogether
           beene
           vnaffected
           else
           where
           .
           Since
           some
           part
           of
           my
           poore
           labours
           haue
           found
           fauour
           in
           the
           greatest
           part
           of
           Europes
           ,
           and
           beene
           printed
           in
           eight
           most
           famous
           Cities
           beyond
           the
           Seas
           .
           
             viz
             :
             Paris
             ,
             Antwerpe
             ,
             Collein
             ,
             Nurenburge
             ,
             Franckfort
             ,
             Liepsig
             ,
             Amsterdam
             ,
          
           and
           Hamburge
           :
           (
           yea
           and
           some
           of
           them
           also
           authorized
           vnder
           the
           Emperours
           royall
           priuiledge
           ,
           )
           yet
           I
           must
           tell
           you
           ,
           as
           I
           haue
           beene
           a
           stranger
           ;
           so
           haue
           I
           againe
           found
           strange
           entertainment
           since
           my
           returne
           ;
           especially
           by
           the
           opposition
           of
           two
           sorts
           of
           people
           that
           shroude
           themselues
           vnder
           the
           title
           of
           Musitians
           .
           The
           first
           are
           some
           simple
           Cantors
           ,
           or
           vocall
           singers
           ,
           who
           though
           they
           seeme
           excellent
           in
           their
           blinde
           Diuision-making
           ,
           are
           meerely
           ignorant
           ,
           euen
           in
           the
           first
           elements
           of
           Musicke
           ,
           and
           also
           in
           the
           true
           order
           of
           the
           mutation
           of
           the
           Hexachord
           in
           the
           Systeme
           ,
           (
           which
           hath
           ben
           approued
           by
           all
           the
           learned
           and
           skilfull
           men
           of
           Christendome
           ,
           this
           800
           yeeres
           ,
           )
           yet
           doe
           these
           fellowes
           giue
           their
           verdict
           of
           me
           behinde
           my
           backe
           ,
           and
           say
           ,
           what
           I
           doe
           is
           after
           the
           old
           manner
           :
           but
           I
           will
           speake
           openly
           to
           them
           ,
           and
           would
           haue
           them
           know
           that
           the
           proudest
           Cantor
           of
           them
           ,
           dares
           not
           oppose
           himselfe
           face
           to
           face
           against
           me
           .
           The
           second
           are
           young
           men
           ,
           professors
           of
           the
           Lute
           ,
           who
           vaunt
           themselues
           ,
           to
           the
           disparagement
           of
           such
           as
           haue
           beene
           before
           their
           time
           ,
           (
           wherein
           I
           my selfe
           am
           a
           party
           )
           that
           there
           neuer
           was
           the
           like
           of
           them
           .
           To
           these
           men
           I
           say
           little
           ,
           because
           of
           my
           loue
           and
           hope
           to
           see
           some
           deedes
           ensue
           their
           braue
           wordes
           ,
           and
           also
           being
           that
           here
           vnder
           their
           ownenoses
           hath
           beene
           published
           a
           Booke
           in
           defence
           of
           the
           Viol
           de
           Gamba
           ,
           wherein
           not
           onely
           all
           other
           the
           best
           and
           principall
           instruments
           haue
           beene
           abased
           ,
           but
           especially
           the
           Lute
           by
           name
           ,
           the
           words
           ,
           to
           satisfie
           thee
           Reader
           I
           haue
           here
           thought
           good
           to
           insert
           ,
           and
           are
           as
           followeth
           :
           
             From
             henceforth
             ,
             the
             statefull
             Instrument
             Gambo
             Violl
             ,
             shall
             with
             ease
             yeeld
             full
             various
             ,
             and
             deuicefull
             Musicke
             as
             the
             Lute
             :
             for
             here
             I
             protest
             the
             Trin●…ie
             of
             Musicke
             ,
             Parts
             ,
             Passion
             ,
             and
             Deuision
             ,
             to
             be
             as
             gracefully
             vnited
             in
             the
             Gambo
             Viol
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             most
             receiued
             Instrument
             that
             is
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           Which
           Imputation
           ,
           me
           thinkes
           ,
           the
           learneder
           sort
           of
           Musitians
           ought
           not
           to
           let
           passe
           vnanswered
           .
           Moreouer
           that
           here
           are
           and
           daily
           doth
           come
           into
           our
           most
           famous
           kingdome
           ,
           diuers
           strangers
           from
           beyond
           the
           seas
           ,
           which
           auerre
           before
           our
           owne
           faces
           ,
           that
           we
           haue
           no
           true
           methode
           of
           application
           or
           fingering
           of
           the
           Lute
           .
           Now
           if
           these
           gallant
           yong
           Lutenists
           be
           such
           as
           they
           would
           haue
           the
           world
           beleeue
           ,
           and
           of
           which
           I
           make
           no
           doubt
           ,
           let
           them
           remember
           that
           their
           skill
           lyeth
           not
           in
           their
           fingers
           endes
           :
           
             Cucullus
             non
             facit
             Monachum
          
           .
           I
           wish
           for
           the
           Honor
           therfore
           and
           generall
           benefit
           of
           our
           Countrie
           ,
           that
           they
           vndertake
           the
           defence
           of
           their
           Lute
           profession
           ,
           seeing
           that
           some
           of
           them
           aboue
           other
           ,
           haue
           most
           large
           meanes
           ,
           conuenient
           time
           ,
           and
           such
           encouragement
           as
           I
           neuer
           knew
           any
           haue
           ,
           belceue
           me
           if
           any
           of
           these
           obiections
           had
           beene
           made
           when
           those
           famous
           men
           liued
           which
           now
           are
           thought
           worthy
           of
           no
           fame
           ,
           not
           derogating
           from
           these
           skillfull
           men
           present
           ;
           I
           dare
           affirme
           that
           these
           obiections
           had
           beene
           answered
           to
           the
           full
           ,
           and
           I
           make
           no
           doubt
           but
           that
           those
           few
           of
           the
           former
           time
           which
           liue
           yet
           ,
           being
           that
           some
           of
           them
           are
           Batchelors
           of
           Musicke
           ,
           and
           others
           which
           assume
           vnto
           themselues
           to
           be
           no
           lesse
           worthy
           ,
           wil
           be
           as
           forward
           to
           preserue
           their
           reputation
           .
           Perhaps
           you
           will
           aske
           me
           ,
           why
           I
           that
           haue
           trauailed
           many
           countries
           ,
           and
           ought
           to
           haue
           some
           experience
           ,
           doth
           not
           vnder
           goe
           this
           busines
           my selfe
           ?
           I
           answere
           that
           I
           want
           abilitie
           ,
           being
           I
           am
           now
           entered
           into
           the
           fiftieth
           yeare
           of
           mine
           age
           :
           secondly
           because
           I
           want
           both
           meanes
           ,
           leasure
           ,
           and
           encouragement
           .
           But
           (
           Gentle
           Reader
           to
           conclude
           ,
           although
           abruptly
           )
           this
           worke
           of
           mine
           ,
           which
           I
           here
           haue
           published
           ,
           containeth
           such
           things
           as
           I
           my selfe
           haue
           thought
           well
           of
           ,
           as
           being
           in
           mine
           opinion
           furnished
           with
           varietie
           of
           matter
           both
           of
           Iudgement
           and
           delight
           ,
           which
           willingly
           I
           referre
           to
           the
           friendly
           censure
           ,
           and
           approbation
           of
           the
           skilfull
           :
           hoping
           it
           will
           be
           no
           lesse
           delightfull
           to
           all
           in
           generall
           ,
           then
           it
           was
           pleasing
           to
           me
           in
           the
           composition
           ,
           Farewell
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             friend
             Iohn
             Douland
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             
               THE
               TABLE
               .
            
             
               DIsdaine
               me
               still
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               euer
               loue
               .
               I
            
             
               Sweete
               stay
               a
               while
               ,
               why
               will
               you
               ?
               II
            
             
               To
               aske
               for
               all
               thy
               loue
               .
               III
            
             
               Loue
               those
               beames
               that
               breede
               :
               IIII
            
             
               Shall
               I
               striue
               with
               wordes
               to
               moue
               .
               V
            
             
               VVere
               euery
               thought
               an
               eye
               .
               VI
            
             
               Stay
               time
               a
               while
               thy
               flying
               .
               VII
            
             
               Tell
               me
               true
               Loue.
               VIII
            
             
               Goe
               nightly
               ,
               cares
               the
               enemy
               to
               rest
               .
               IX
            
             
               From
               silent
               night
               ,
               true
               register
               of
               moanes
               .
               X
            
             
               
                 Lasso
                 vita
                 mia
                 ,
                 mi
                 fa
                 morire
                 .
                 XI
              
            
             
               In
               this
               trembling
               shadow
               .
               XII
            
             
               If
               that
               a
               Sinners
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               food
               .
               XIII
            
             
               Thou
               mighty
               God
               1.
               part
               .
               XIIII
            
             
               VVhen
               Dauids
               life
               by
               Saul
               .
               2.
               part
               .
               XV
            
             
               VVhen
               the
               poore
               Criple
               .
               3.
               part
               .
               XVI
            
             
               VVhere
               Sinne
               sore
               wounding
               .
               XVII
            
             
               My
               heart
               and
               tongue
               were
               twinnes
               .
               XVIII
            
             
               Vp
               merry
               Mates
               ,
               to
               Neptunes
               praise
               .
               XIX
            
             
               VVelcome
               blacke
               night
               .
               XX
            
             
               Cease
               these
               false
               sports
               .
               XXI
            
             
               A
               Galliard
               to
               Lachrimae
               .
               XXII
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               I.
               
            
             
               
               DIsdaine
               me
               still
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               e
               -
               uer
               loue
               ,
               For
               who
               his
               Loue
               inioyes
               ,
               can
               loue
               ,
               
               can
               loue
               no
               more
               .
               The
               warre
               once
               past
               with
               ease
               men
               co
               -
               wards
               proue
               :
               And
               ships
               returnde
               ,
               doe
               rot
               vp
               -
               
               pon
               the
               shore
               .
               And
               though
               thou
               frowne
               ,
               I
               le
               say
               thou
               art
               most
               faire
               ,
               most
               faire
               :
               
               And
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               and
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               though
               still
               ,
               though
               still
               I
               must
               de
               -
               spayre
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 As
                 he●e
                 to
                 life
                 so
                 is
                 desire
                 to
                 loue
                 ,
              
               
                 and
                 these
                 once
                 quencht
                 both
                 life
                 and
                 loue
                 are
                 gone
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 my
                 sighes
                 nor
                 teares
                 thy
                 vertue
                 moue
                 ,
              
               
                 like
                 baser
                 mettals
                 doe
                 not
                 melt
                 too
                 soone
                 .
              
               
                 Laugh
                 at
                 my
                 woes
                 although
                 I
                 euer
                 mourne
                 ,
              
               
                 Loue
                 surfets
                 with
                 reward
                 ,
                 his
                 nurse
                 is
                 scorne
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               I.
               
            
             
               
               DIsdaine
               me
               still
               that
               I
               may
               euer
               loue
               :
               For
               who
               his
               Loue
               inioyes
               can
               loue
               ,
               can
               loue
               no
               more
               .
               
               The
               warre
               once
               past
               ,
               with
               ease
               men
               cowards
               proue
               :
               And
               ships
               returnde
               ,
               doe
               rot
               ,
               doe
               rot
               vpon
               the
               shore
               .
               And
               though
               thou
               
               frowne
               ,
               thou
               frowne
               ,
               I
               le
               say
               thou
               art
               most
               faire
               ,
               most
               faire
               ,
               And
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               I
               le
               loue
               though
               still
               I
               must
               despayre
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               I.
               
            
             
               
               DIsdaine
               me
               still
               that
               I
               may
               euer
               loue
               :
               For
               who
               his
               
               Loue
               inioyes
               ,
               can
               loue
               ,
               can
               loue
               no
               more
               .
               The
               war
               once
               
               past
               ,
               with
               ease
               men
               cowards
               proue
               :
               And
               ships
               returnde
               doe
               
               rot
               vpon
               the
               shore
               .
               And
               though
               thou
               frowne
               I
               le
               say
               thou
               
               art
               most
               faire
               ,
               most
               faire
               ,
               And
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               though
               still
               I
               
               must
               despaire
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               I.
               
            
             
               
               DIsdaine
               me
               still
               that
               I
               may
               euer
               loue
               :
               For
               who
               his
               Loue
               enioyes
               can
               loue
               ,
               can
               loue
               no
               more
               .
               The
               
               warre
               once
               past
               ,
               with
               ease
               men
               cowards
               proue
               :
               And
               ships
               returnde
               doe
               rot
               vpon
               the
               shore
               .
               And
               though
               thou
               frowne
               ,
               I
               le
               say
               ,
               
               I
               le
               say
               ,
               thou
               art
               most
               faire
               ,
               most
               faire
               ,
               And
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               and
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               and
               still
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               I
               le
               loue
               ,
               though
               still
               ,
               
               still
               I
               must
               despayre
               ,
               de
               -
               spayre
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               To
               my
               worthy
               friend
               Mr.
               
                 William
                 Iewel
              
               of
               Exceter
               Colledge
               in
               Oxford
               .
               II.
               
            
             
               
               SWeet
               stay
               a
               while
               ,
               why
               will
               you
               rise
               ?
               The
               light
               you
               see
               comes
               from
               your
               eyes
               :
               
               The
               day
               breakes
               not
               ,
               it
               is
               my
               heart
               ,
               To
               thinke
               that
               you
               and
               I
               must
               part
               .
               
               O
               stay
               ,
               O
               stay
               ,
               or
               else
               my
               ioyes
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               And
               per
               rish
               
               in
               their
               in
               -
               fan
               -
               cie
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 Deare
                 let
                 me
                 dye
                 in
                 this
                 faire
                 breast
                 ,
              
               
                 Farre
                 sweeter
                 then
                 the
                 Phoenix
                 nest
                 .
              
               
                 Loue
                 raise
                 desire
                 by
                 his
                 sweete
                 charmes
              
               
                 Within
                 this
                 circle
                 of
                 thine
                 armes
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 thy
                 blissefull
                 kisses
                 cherish
              
               
                 Mine
                 infant
                 ioyes
                 ,
                 that
                 else
                 must
                 perish
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               II.
               
            
             
               
               SWeet
               stay
               a
               while
               ,
               why
               will
               you
               rise
               ?
               The
               light
               you
               see
               comes
               from
               your
               eyes
               :
               The
               day
               breakes
               ,
               
               breakes
               not
               ,
               it
               is
               my
               heart
               ,
               To
               thinke
               that
               you
               and
               I
               must
               part
               .
               O
               stay
               ,
               O
               stay
               ,
               or
               
               else
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               And
               pe
               -
               rish
               in
               their
               infancie
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               II.
               
            
             
               
               SWeete
               stay
               a
               while
               ,
               why
               will
               you
               rise
               ?
               
               The
               light
               you
               see
               comes
               from
               your
               eyes
               :
               The
               day
               
               breakes
               not
               ,
               it
               is
               my
               heart
               ,
               To
               thinke
               that
               you
               ,
               that
               
               you
               and
               I
               must
               part
               .
               O
               stay
               ,
               O
               stay
               ,
               or
               
               else
               my
               ioyes
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               and
               perish
               
               in
               their
               infancie
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               II.
               
            
             
               
               SWeete
               stay
               a
               while
               ,
               why
               will
               you
               rise
               ?
               The
               light
               you
               see
               comes
               from
               your
               eyes
               :
               The
               day
               breakes
               
               not
               ,
               it
               is
               my
               heart
               ,
               To
               thinke
               that
               you
               ,
               that
               you
               ,
               that
               you
               and
               I
               must
               part
               .
               O
               stay
               ,
               stay
               ,
               stay
               ;
               O
               stay
               ,
               stay
               ,
               stay
               ,
               or
               else
               my
               
               ioyes
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               must
               dye
               ,
               dye
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               must
               dye
               ,
               And
               perish
               in
               their
               infancie
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               III.
               
            
             
               
               TO
               aske
               for
               all
               thy
               loue
               ,
               and
               thy
               whole
               heart
               t'
               were
               madnesse
               ,
               I
               doe
               not
               sue
               ,
               nor
               
               can
               ad
               -
               mit
               (
               fai
               -
               rest
               )
               from
               you
               to
               haue
               all
               ,
               yet
               who
               giueth
               all
               hath
               nothing
               to
               im
               -
               
               part
               ,
               but
               sad
               nesse
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 He
                 that
                 receiueth
                 all
                 ,
                 can
                 haue
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 seeing
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Loue
                 by
                 length
                 of
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
              
               
                 Gathers
                 new
                 strength
                 ,
                 new
                 growth
                 ,
                 new
                 flower
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 must
                 haue
                 daily
                 new
                 rewards
                 in
                 store
                 ,
                 still
                 being
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 You
                 cannot
                 euery
                 day
                 giue
                 me
                 your
                 heart
                 for
                 merit
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 ,
                 when
                 yours
                 doth
                 goe
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 shall
                 haue
                 still
                 one
                 to
                 bestow
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 you
                 shall
                 mine
                 when
                 yours
                 doth
                 part
                 inherit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 if
                 you
                 please
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 finde
                 a
                 better
                 way
                 ,
                 then
                 change
                 them
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 so
                 alone
                 dearest
                 we
                 shall
              
               
                 Be
                 one
                 and
                 one
                 ,
                 anothers
                 all
                 ▪
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 so
                 ioyne
                 our
                 hearts
                 that
                 nothing
                 may
                 estrange
                 them
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               III.
               
            
             
               
               TO
               aske
               for
               all
               thy
               loue
               and
               thy
               whole
               heart
               ,
               t'
               were
               madnesse
               :
               I
               doe
               not
               sue
               ,
               nor
               can
               admit
               
               (
               Fayrest
               ,
               fayrest
               )
               from
               you
               to
               haue
               all
               ,
               Yet
               who
               giueth
               all
               ,
               gi
               -
               ueth
               all
               ,
               hath
               nothing
               to
               impart
               but
               sadnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               III.
               
            
             
               
               TO
               aske
               for
               all
               thy
               loue
               ,
               and
               thy
               whole
               
               heart
               ,
               t'
               were
               mad
               -
               nesse
               :
               I
               doe
               not
               sue
               nor
               can
               ad
               -
               
               mit
               (
               Fairest
               )
               from
               you
               to
               haue
               all
               ,
               Yet
               who
               
               giueth
               all
               ,
               hath
               no
               -
               thing
               ,
               nothing
               to
               im
               -
               part
               
               but
               sadnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               III.
               
            
             
               
               TO
               aske
               for
               all
               thy
               loue
               ,
               and
               thy
               whole
               heart
               ,
               t'
               were
               madnesse
               :
               I
               doe
               not
               sue
               ,
               nor
               can
               admit
               
               (
               Fay
               -
               rest
               ,
               Fay
               -
               rest
               )
               from
               you
               to
               haue
               all
               :
               Yet
               who
               giueth
               all
               ,
               giueth
               all
               ,
               hath
               nothing
               to
               im
               -
               part
               but
               sad
               -
               nesse
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               IIII.
               
            
             
               
               LOue
               those
               beames
               that
               breede
               ,
               all
               day
               long
               breed
               ,
               and
               feed
               ,
               
               this
               bur
               -
               ning
               :
               But
               alas
               teares
               coole
               this
               fire
               in
               vaine
               ,
               in
               vaine
               ,
               The
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               more
               there
               doth
               re
               -
               maine
               .
               
               Loue
               I
               quench
               with
               flouds
               ,
               flouds
               of
               teares
               ,
               night
               -
               ly
               teares
               and
               mour
               -
               ning
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 I
                 le
                 goe
                 to
                 the
                 woods
                 ,
                 and
                 alone
                 ,
                 make
                 my
                 moane
                 ,
                 oh
                 cruell
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 I
                 am
                 deceiu'd
                 and
                 bereau'd
                 of
                 my
                 life
                 ,
                 my
                 iewell
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 woods
                 ,
                 though
                 Loue
                 be
                 blinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Hee
                 hath
                 his
                 spies
                 ,
                 my
                 secret
                 haunts
                 to
                 finde
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Loue
                 then
                 I
                 must
                 yeeld
                 to
                 thy
                 might
                 ,
                 might
                 and
                 spight
                 oppressed
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 I
                 see
                 my
                 wrongs
                 ,
                 woe
                 is
                 me
                 ,
                 cannot
                 be
                 redrested
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 be
                 friendly
                 Loue
                 to
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 me
                 not
                 ,
                 endure
                 this
                 miserie
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               IIII.
               
            
             
               
               LOue
               those
               beames
               that
               breede
               ,
               that
               breed
               all
               day
               long
               ,
               breed
               and
               feed
               this
               ,
               this
               bur
               -
               ning
               :
               Loue
               I
               quench
               with
               flouds
               ,
               vvith
               flouds
               ,
               flouds
               of
               teares
               ,
               night
               -
               ly
               teares
               ,
               teares
               and
               mor
               -
               ning
               .
               
               But
               alas
               teares
               coole
               this
               fire
               in
               vaine
               ,
               in
               vaine
               ,
               The
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               more
               there
               doth
               remaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               IIII.
               
            
             
               
               LOue
               those
               beames
               that
               breede
               ,
               all
               day
               
               long
               breede
               ,
               and
               feede
               this
               bur
               -
               
               ning
               :
               But
               ,
               but
               alas
               teares
               coole
               this
               fire
               in
               vaine
               ,
               the
               
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               more
               ,
               the
               more
               there
               doth
               
               remaine
               .
               Loue
               I
               quench
               with
               flouds
               ,
               flouds
               of
               teares
               ,
               night
               -
               ly
               teares
               and
               mor
               -
               ning
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               IIII.
               
            
             
               
               LOue
               those
               beames
               that
               breede
               ,
               all
               day
               long
               breed
               ,
               and
               feed
               ,
               and
               feed
               this
               burning
               :
               Loue
               I
               quench
               with
               flouds
               ,
               flouds
               of
               teares
               ,
               night
               -
               ly
               ,
               night-ly
               teares
               &
               morning
               .
               
               But
               alas
               teares
               coole
               ,
               teares
               coole
               this
               fire
               ,
               in
               vaine
               ,
               in
               vaine
               ,
               The
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               more
               I
               quench
               ,
               the
               more
               ,
               the
               
               more
               there
               doth
               remaine
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               V.
               
            
             
               
               SHall
               I
               striue
               with
               wordes
               to
               moue
               ,
               when
               deedes
               re-ceiue
               not
               due
               re
               -
               gard
               ?
               
               Shall
               I
               speake
               ,
               and
               ney
               -
               ther
               please
               ,
               nor
               be
               free
               -
               ly
               heard
               ?
               All
               woes
               haue
               end
               ,
               though
               
               a
               while
               de
               -
               laid
               ,
               our
               pa
               -
               tience
               pro
               -
               uing
               .
               O
               that
               times
               
               strange
               ef
               -
               fects
               could
               but
               make
               ,
               but
               make
               her
               lo
               -
               uing
               .
               I
               woo'd
               her
               ,
               I
               lou'd
               her
               ,
               
               and
               none
               but
               her
               ad
               -
               mire
               .
               O
               come
               deare
               joy
               ,
               and
               an
               -
               swere
               my
               de
               -
               sire
               .
               Shee
               a-lone
               my
               wound
               shall
               know
               ,
               though
               shee
               will
               not
               heale
               .
               Stormes
               calme
               at
               last
               ,
               and
               why
               may
               not
               shee
               leaue
               off
               her
               frow
               -
               ning
               ?
               O
               sweet
               Loue
               ,
               help
               her
               hands
               my
               af
               -
               fe
               -
               cti
               -
               on
               crow
               -
               ning
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               V.
               
            
             
               
               SHall
               I
               striue
               with
               wordes
               to
               moue
               ,
               when
               deedes
               re-ceiue
               not
               due
               regard
               ?
               Shall
               I
               speake
               ,
               and
               ney
               -
               ther
               
               please
               ,
               nor
               be
               free
               -
               ly
               heard
               ?
               All
               woes
               haue
               end
               though
               a
               while
               de-laid
               ,
               our
               patience
               pro-uing
               ,
               O
               that
               
               times
               ,
               strange
               times
               ,
               strange
               ef-fects
               ,
               ef
               -
               fects
               ,
               could
               but
               make
               her
               lo
               -
               uing
               .
               I
               woo'd
               her
               ,
               I
               lou'd
               her
               ,
               and
               none
               
               but
               her
               ad
               -
               mire
               .
               O
               come
               deare
               ioy
               ,
               and
               answere
               ,
               answere
               my
               de
               -
               sire
               .
               Griefe
               a
               -
               las
               though
               all
               in
               vaine
               ,
               her
               rest
               -
               lesse
               an-guish
               must
               reueale
               :
               Shee
               a
               -
               lone
               my
               wound
               shall
               know
               ,
               though
               she
               will
               not
               heale
               .
               Stormes
               calme
               at
               last
               ,
               and
               why
               may
               not
               she
               leaue
               off
               her
               frowning
               ?
               O
               sweet
               Loue
               ,
               help
               Loue
               ,
               help
               her
               hands
               ,
               her
               hands
               my
               af
               -
               fe
               -
               ction
               crow
               -
               ning
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               V.
               
            
             
               
               SHall
               I
               striue
               with
               wordes
               to
               moue
               ,
               when
               deeds
               re
               -
               
               ceiue
               not
               due
               regard
               ?
               Shall
               I
               speake
               ,
               and
               ney
               -
               ther
               
               please
               ,
               nor
               be
               free
               -
               ly
               heard
               ?
               All
               woes
               haue
               end
               ,
               
               though
               a
               while
               de-laid
               ,
               our
               pa-ti-ence
               pro-uing
               .
               O
               that
               
               times
               ,
               strange
               ef-fects
               could
               but
               make
               her
               ,
               make
               her
               lo
               -
               uing
               .
               I
               ,
               I
               woo'd
               her
               ,
               I
               lou'd
               her
               ,
               and
               none
               but
               her
               admire
               ,
               O
               
               come
               deare
               ioy
               ,
               and
               answere
               my
               desire
               .
               Griefe
               a
               -
               las
               though
               all
               in
               vaine
               ,
               her
               rest-lesse
               an
               -
               guish
               must
               reueale
               :
               Shee
               a
               -
               lone
               my
               wound
               shall
               know
               ,
               though
               she
               will
               not
               heale
               .
               Stormes
               calme
               at
               last
               ,
               and
               why
               may
               not
               shee
               leaue
               off
               her
               frowning
               ?
               O
               sweet
               Loue
               help
               her
               hands
               ,
               my
               af
               -
               fe
               -
               ction
               crowning
               ,
               crowning
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               V.
               
            
             
               
               SHall
               I
               striue
               with
               wordes
               to
               moue
               ,
               when
               deedes
               re
               -
               ceiue
               not
               due
               regard
               ?
               Shall
               I
               speake
               ,
               and
               ney
               -
               ther
               please
               ,
               
               nor
               be
               free
               -
               ly
               heard
               ?
               All
               woes
               haue
               end
               ,
               though
               a
               while
               ,
               a
               while
               de
               -
               laid
               ,
               our
               patience
               ,
               patience
               pro
               -
               uing
               :
               
               O
               ,
               O
               that
               times
               ,
               that
               times
               ,
               strange
               ,
               strange
               times
               ,
               strange
               ef
               -
               fects
               ,
               could
               make
               her
               ,
               could
               make
               her
               lo
               -
               uing
               .
               I
               ,
               I
               woo'd
               
               her
               ,
               I
               lou'd
               her
               ,
               and
               none
               but
               her
               ad
               -
               mire
               ,
               O
               come
               deare
               Ioy
               and
               answere
               ,
               and
               answere
               my
               de-sire
               .
               Griefe
               a
               -
               las
               though
               all
               in
               vaine
               ,
               her
               rest-lesse
               an-guish
               must
               reueale
               :
               Shee
               a-lone
               my
               wound
               shall
               know
               ,
               though
               she
               will
               not
               heale
               .
               Stormes
               calme
               at
               last
               ,
               and
               why
               may
               ,
               why
               may
               not
               she
               leaue
               off
               ,
               leaue
               off
               her
               frow
               -
               ning
               ?
               O
               ,
               O
               sweet
               Loue
               ,
               sweet
               Loue
               help
               ,
               help
               Loue
               ,
               help
               her
               hands
               my
               ,
               my
               af
               -
               fe
               -
               cti
               -
               on
               crowning
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               VI.
               
            
             
               
               WEre
               eue-ry
               thought
               an
               eye
               ,
               and
               all
               those
               eyes
               could
               see
               ,
               Her
               sub-till
               
               wiles
               their
               sights
               would
               be-guile
               ,
               and
               mocke
               their
               ielou
               -
               sie
               .
               De
               -
               sire
               liues
               in
               her
               heart
               ,
               Di
               -
               
               a-na
               in
               her
               eyes
               .
               T'
               were
               vaine
               to
               wish
               women
               true
               ,
               t'
               is
               well
               ,
               if
               
               they
               proue
               wise
               .
               Such
               a
               Loue
               deserues
               more
               grace
               ,
               Then
               a
               truer
               heart
               that
               hath
               no
               conceit
               ,
               To
               make
               
               vse
               both
               of
               time
               and
               place
               ,
               When
               a
               wit
               hath
               need
               of
               all
               his
               sleight
               .
               Her
               fires
               doe
               in
               -
               ward
               burne
               ,
               they
               make
               no
               out-ward
               show
               .
               And
               her
               de
               -
               lights
               a
               -
               mid
               the
               dark
               shades
               ,
               which
               none
               dis
               -
               couer
               ,
               grow
               .
               The
               flowers
               growth
               is
               vn
               -
               seene
               ,
               yet
               euery
               day
               it
               growes
               .
               So
               where
               her
               fan
               -
               cy
               is
               set
               it
               thriues
               ,
               but
               how
               none
               knowes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               VI.
               
            
             
               
               WEre
               eue
               -
               ry
               thought
               an
               eye
               and
               all
               those
               eyes
               could
               see
               ,
               Her
               sub-till
               wiles
               their
               sights
               would
               
               be
               -
               guile
               ,
               and
               mocke
               their
               ielou
               -
               sie
               .
               De
               -
               sire
               liues
               in
               her
               heart
               ,
               in
               her
               hart
               ,
               
                 Di
                 -
                 a
                 -
                 na
              
               in
               
               her
               eyes
               ,
               in
               her
               eyes
               .
               T'
               were
               vaine
               to
               wish
               women
               true
               ,
               t'
               is
               well
               ,
               ij
               .
               if
               they
               proue
               wise
               .
               Such
               a
               Loue
               de
               -
               
               serues
               more
               grace
               ,
               Then
               a
               truer
               heart
               that
               hath
               no
               conceit
               ,
               To
               make
               vse
               both
               of
               time
               and
               place
               ,
               and
               place
               ,
               
               When
               a
               wit
               hath
               need
               of
               all
               his
               sleight
               .
               Her
               fires
               doe
               in
               ward
               burne
               ,
               they
               make
               no
               out-ward
               show
               .
               And
               her
               de-lights
               a
               -
               mid
               the
               darke
               shades
               ,
               which
               none
               dis
               -
               couer
               ,
               grow
               .
               The
               flowers
               growth
               is
               vn-seene
               ,
               is
               vn-seene
               ,
               yet
               eue
               -
               ry
               day
               it
               growes
               ,
               it
               growes
               .
               So
               where
               her
               fan
               -
               cy
               is
               set
               it
               thriues
               ,
               ij
               .
               but
               how
               none
               knowes
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               VI.
               
            
             
               
               VVEre
               eue
               -
               ry
               thought
               an
               eye
               ,
               and
               all
               
               those
               eyes
               could
               see
               ,
               Her
               sub
               -
               till
               wiles
               their
               sight
               would
               
               be
               -
               guile
               ,
               and
               mock
               their
               ielou
               -
               sie
               .
               De
               -
               sire
               liues
               
               in
               her
               heart
               ,
               in
               her
               heart
               ,
               
                 Di
                 -
                 a
                 -
                 na
              
               in
               her
               eyes
               ,
               in
               her
               eyes
               .
               
               T'
               were
               vaine
               to
               wish
               women
               true
               ,
               t'
               is
               well
               if
               they
               proue
               
               wise
               .
               Such
               a
               Loue
               deserues
               more
               grace
               ,
               Then
               a
               truer
               hart
               that
               hath
               no
               con
               -
               ceit
               ,
               To
               make
               vse
               both
               of
               time
               and
               place
               ,
               and
               place
               ,
               When
               a
               wit
               hath
               neede
               of
               all
               his
               sleight
               .
               Her
               fires
               doe
               in
               -
               ward
               burne
               ,
               they
               make
               no
               out-ward
               show
               ,
               And
               her
               de
               -
               lights
               a
               -
               mid
               the
               dark
               shades
               ,
               which
               none
               dis
               -
               couer
               ,
               grow
               .
               The
               flowers
               growth
               is
               vn-seene
               ,
               is
               vn
               -
               seene
               ,
               yet
               euery
               day
               it
               growes
               ,
               it
               growes
               .
               So
               where
               her
               fan
               -
               cy
               is
               set
               it
               thriues
               ,
               but
               how
               none
               knowes
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               VI.
               
            
             
               
               WEre
               eue
               -
               ry
               thought
               an
               eye
               ,
               and
               all
               those
               eies
               could
               see
               ,
               Her
               subtill
               wiles
               their
               sight
               wold
               be-guile
               ,
               and
               
               mocke
               their
               ielou
               -
               sie
               .
               De
               -
               sire
               liues
               in
               her
               heart
               ,
               her
               heart
               ,
               
                 Di-a
                 -
                 na
              
               in
               her
               eyes
               ,
               in
               her
               eyes
               .
               T'
               were
               vaine
               
               to
               wish
               women
               true
               ,
               t'
               is
               well
               if
               they
               proue
               wise
               .
               Such
               a
               Loue
               de
               -
               serues
               more
               grace
               ,
               Then
               a
               truer
               heart
               ,
               that
               hath
               no
               
               conceit
               ,
               To
               make
               vse
               both
               of
               time
               and
               place
               ,
               When
               a
               wit
               hath
               neede
               of
               all
               his
               sleight
               .
               Her
               fires
               doe
               in
               -
               ward
               burne
               ,
               they
               make
               no
               out-ward
               show
               ,
               And
               her
               de
               -
               lights
               a
               -
               mid
               the
               dark
               shades
               ,
               which
               none
               dis-couer
               ,
               grow
               .
               The
               flowers
               growth
               is
               vn
               -
               seene
               ,
               vn
               -
               seene
               ,
               yet
               eue-ry
               day
               it
               growes
               ,
               it
               growes
               .
               So
               where
               her
               fan-cy
               is
               set
               ,
               it
               thriues
               ,
               but
               how
               none
               knowes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               VII
               .
            
             
               
               STay
               time
               a
               while
               thy
               fly
               -
               ing
               ,
               Stay
               and
               pit
               -
               tie
               me
               dy
               -
               ing
               .
               
               Come
               ,
               come
               close
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               bet
               -
               ter
               to
               dye
               blessed
               ,
               Then
               to
               liue
               ,
               to
               liue
               
               thus
               di
               -
               stres
               -
               sed
               .
               For
               fates
               and
               friends
               haue
               left
               mee
               ,
               And
               of
               com
               -
               fort
               be
               -
               reft
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 To
                 whom
                 shall
                 I
                 complaine
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 thus
                 friends
                 doe
                 disdaine
                 mee
                 ?
              
               
                 T'
                 is
                 time
                 that
                 must
                 befriend
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Drown'd
                 in
                 sorrow
                 to
                 end
                 mee
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 come
                 close
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 better
                 to
                 dye
                 blessed
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 to
                 liue
                 thus
                 distressed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Teares
                 but
                 augment
                 this
                 fewell
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 feede
                 by
                 night
                 ,
                 (
                 oh
                 cruell
                 )
              
               
                 Light
                 griefes
                 can
                 speake
                 their
                 pleasure
                 ,
              
               
                 Mine
                 are
                 dumbe
                 passing
                 measure
                 .
              
               
                 Quicke
                 ,
                 quicke
                 ,
                 close
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 better
                 to
                 dye
                 blessed
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 here
                 to
                 liue
                 distressed
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               VII
               .
            
             
               
               STay
               time
               a
               while
               thy
               fly
               -
               ing
               :
               Stay
               ,
               and
               pit
               -
               tie
               me
               dy
               -
               ing
               .
               Come
               ,
               come
               ,
               close
               ,
               
               close
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               better
               to
               dye
               blessed
               ,
               Then
               to
               liue
               ,
               to
               liue
               thus
               distressed
               .
               For
               Fates
               and
               friends
               haue
               left
               mee
               ,
               And
               of
               com
               -
               fort
               be-reft
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               VII
               .
            
             
               
               STay
               time
               a
               while
               thy
               fly
               -
               
               ing
               :
               Stay
               ,
               and
               pit
               -
               tie
               me
               dy
               -
               ing
               .
               Come
               ,
               
               come
               ,
               close
               ,
               close
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               better
               to
               dye
               
               blessed
               ,
               Then
               to
               liue
               ,
               to
               liue
               thus
               distressed
               .
               For
               Fates
               and
               friends
               haue
               left
               me
               ,
               And
               of
               comfort
               be-reft
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               VII
               .
            
             
               
               STay
               time
               a
               while
               thy
               fly-ing
               :
               Stay
               ,
               stay
               ,
               and
               pit
               -
               tie
               ,
               pit
               -
               tie
               me
               dy
               -
               ing
               .
               Come
               ,
               For
               Fates
               and
               friends
               haue
               left
               me
               ,
               And
               ,
               and
               of
               com-fort
               ,
               com
               -
               fort
               be-reft
               me
               .
               
               Come
               ,
               close
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               better
               to
               dye
               blessed
               ,
               Then
               to
               liue
               ,
               to
               liue
               thus
               distressed
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               VIII
               .
            
             
               
               TEll
               me
               true
               Loue
               where
               shall
               I
               seeke
               thy
               being
               ,
               In
               thoughts
               or
               words
               ,
               in
               vowes
               or
               
               promise
               making
               ,
               In
               rea
               -
               sons
               ,
               lookes
               ,
               or
               pas
               -
               sions
               ,
               ij
               .
               neuer
               seeing
               ,
               In
               men
               on
               earth
               ,
               or
               wo
               -
               
               mens
               minds
               partaking
               .
               Thou
               canst
               not
               dye
               ,
               and
               therefore
               li
               -
               uing
               ,
               therefore
               liuing
               tell
               me
               where
               is
               thy
               seate
               ,
               is
               thy
               
               seate
               ,
               thy
               seate
               ,
               Why
               why
               ,
               doth
               this
               age
               expell
               thee
               ?
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 2
                 When
                 thoughts
                 are
                 still
                 vnseene
                 and
                 words
                 disguised
                 ;
                 vowes
                 are
                 not
                 sacred
                 held
                 ,
                 nor
                 promise
                 debt
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 passion
                 reasons
                 glory
                 is
                 surprised
                 ,
                 in
                 neyther
                 sexe
                 is
                 true
                 loue
                 firmely
                 set
                 .
              
               
                 Thoughts
                 fainde
                 ,
                 words
                 false
                 ,
                 vowes
                 and
                 promise
                 broken
              
               
                 Made
                 true
                 Loue
                 flye
                 from
                 earth
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 token
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
                 Mount
                 then
                 my
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 here
                 is
                 for
                 thee
                 no
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 since
                 truth
                 and
                 falshood
                 liue
                 like
                 twins
                 together
                 :
              
               
                 Beleeue
                 not
                 sense
                 ,
                 eyes
                 ,
                 eares
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 taste
                 ,
                 or
                 smelling
                 ,
                 both
                 Art
                 and
                 Nature
                 's
                 forc'd
                 :
                 put
                 trustin
                 neyther
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 onely
                 shee
                 doth
                 true
                 Loue
                 captiue
                 binds
              
               
                 In
                 fairest
                 brest
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 a
                 fairer
                 minde
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 fairest
                 minde
                 ,
                 enrich'd
                 with
                 Loues
                 residing
                 .
                 retaine
                 the
                 best
                 ;
                 in
                 hearts
                 let
                 some
                 seede
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 weeds
                 Loues
                 fruits
                 may
                 haue
                 abiding
                 ▪
                 at
                 Haruest
                 you
                 shall
                 reape
                 encrease
                 of
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 happy
                 Loue
                 ,
                 more
                 happy
                 man
                 that
                 findes
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 Most
                 happy
                 Saint
                 ,
                 that
                 keepes
                 ,
                 restores
                 ,
                 vnbindes
                 thee
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               Repetition
               .
               VIII
               .
            
             
               
               TEll
               me
               .
               Thou
               canst
               .
               Thou
               ,
               thou
               canst
               not
               dye
               ,
               and
               there
               -
               fore
               ,
               therefore
               liuing
               
               tell
               me
               ,
               tell
               mee
               ,
               where
               is
               thy
               seate
               ,
               ij
               .
               why
               doth
               this
               age
               expell
               thee
               ?
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               VIII
               .
            
             
               
               TEll
               me
               true
               Loue.
               
               
               Thou
               ,
               thou
               canst
               not
               dye
               ,
               and
               therefore
               
               liuing
               tell
               me
               ,
               tell
               me
               ,
               where
               is
               thy
               seate
               ,
               thy
               
               seate
               ,
               where
               is
               thy
               seate
               ,
               why
               doth
               this
               
               age
               expell
               thee
               ?
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               Repetition
               .
               VIII
               .
            
             
               
               TEll
               me
               .
               Thou
               canst
               .
               Thou
               ,
               thou
               canst
               not
               dye
               ,
               and
               there
               -
               fore
               liuing
               ,
               there
               -
               
               fore
               li
               -
               uing
               tell
               me
               ,
               tell
               mee
               ,
               where
               is
               thy
               seate
               ,
               thy
               seate
               ,
               why
               doth
               this
               age
               ,
               ij
               .
               ex-pell
               ,
               ex-pell
               thee
               ?
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               IX
               .
            
             
               
               GOe
               nightly
               cares
               ,
               Goe
               nightly
               cares
               ,
               the
               
               enemy
               to
               rest
               ,
               Forbeare
               ,
               forbeare
               a
               while
               to
               vexe
               my
               grieued
               sprite
               ,
               
               So
               long
               ,
               so
               long
               your
               weight
               ,
               so
               long
               ,
               ij
               .
               your
               weight
               .
               hath
               lyne
               vpon
               my
               breast
               ,
               
               that
               loe
               I
               liue
               ,
               that
               loe
               I
               liue
               ,
               ij
               .
               of
               life
               bereaued
               quite
               ,
               
               O
               giue
               me
               time
               to
               draw
               my
               weary
               breath
               ,
               Or
               
               let
               me
               dye
               ,
               as
               I
               de
               -
               sire
               the
               death
               .
               
               ☞
            
             
               
               Welcome
               sweete
               death
               ,
               ij
               .
               ij
               .
               
               ☜
               sweet
               death
               wel-come
               ,
               Oh
               life
               ,
               no
               life
               ,
               A
               hell
               ,
               Then
               thus
               ,
               and
               thus
               I
               bid
               the
               world
               fare
               -
               well
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               IX
               .
            
             
               
               GOe
               nightly
               cares
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               IX
               .
            
             
               
               GOe
               nightly
               cares
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 False
                 world
                 farewell
                 the
                 enemy
                 to
                 rest
                 ,
                 now
                 doe
                 thy
                 worst
                 ,
                 I
                 doe
                 not
                 weigh
                 thy
                 spight
                 :
              
               
                 Free
                 from
                 thy
                 cares
                 I
                 liue
                 for
                 euer
                 blest
                 ,
              
               
                 Enioying
                 peace
                 and
                 heauenly
                 true
                 delight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Delight
                 ,
                 whom
                 woes
                 nor
                 sorrowes
                 shall
                 amate
                 ,
                 nor
                 feares
                 or
                 teares
                 disturbe
                 her
                 happy
                 state
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 I
                 leaue
                 thy
                 hopes
                 ,
                 thy
                 ioyes
                 vntrue
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 vaine
                 world
                 againe
                 adue
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               To
               my
               louing
               Country-man
               Mr.
               
                 Iohn
                 Forster
              
               the
               younger
               ,
               Merchant
               of
               Dublin
               in
               Ireland
               .
               X
            
             
               
               FRom
               silent
               night
               ,
               true
               re
               -
               gister
               of
               moanes
               ,
               
               From
               saddest
               Soule
               consumde
               with
               deepest
               sinnes
               ,
               
               From
               hart
               quite
               rent
               with
               sighes
               ,
               with
               sighes
               and
               heauie
               groanes
               ,
               My
               way
               -
               ling
               
               Muse
               her
               woe
               ,
               her
               woe
               ,
               her
               wofull
               worke
               beginnes
               .
               
               And
               to
               the
               world
               brings
               tunes
               of
               sad
               despaire
               ,
               
               And
               to
               the
               world
               brings
               tunes
               of
               sad
               despayre
               ,
               Sounding
               nought
               else
               but
               
               ☞
            
             
               
               sorrow
               ,
               sorrow
               ,
               nought
               else
               ,
               ij
               .
               but
               sorrow
               ,
               nought
               else
               but
               sor
               -
               row
               ,
               
               ☜
               griefe
               and
               care
               .
               and
               
            
          
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               X.
               
            
             
               
               FRom
               silent
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               X.
               
            
             
               
               FRom
               silent
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 2
                 Sorrow
                 to
                 see
                 my
                 sorrowes
                 cause
                 augmented
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 lesse
                 sorrowfull
                 were
                 my
                 sorrowes
                 more
                 :
              
               
                 Griefe
                 that
                 my
                 griefe
                 with
                 griefe
                 is
                 not
                 preuented
                 ,
                 for
                 griefe
                 it
                 is
                 must
                 ease
                 my
                 grieued
                 sore
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 griefe
                 and
                 sorrow
                 cares
                 but
                 how
                 to
                 grieue
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 griefe
                 and
                 sorrow
                 must
                 my
                 cares
                 relieue
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
                 If
                 any
                 eye
                 therefore
                 can
                 spare
                 a
                 teare
                 to
                 fill
                 the
                 well-spring
                 that
                 must
                 wet
                 my
                 cheekes
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 that
                 eye
                 to
                 this
                 sad
                 feast
                 draw
                 neere
                 ,
                 refuse
                 me
                 not
                 my
                 humble
                 soule
                 beseekes
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 the
                 teares
                 mine
                 eyes
                 haue
                 euer
                 wept
              
               
                 Were
                 now
                 too
                 little
                 had
                 they
                 all
                 beene
                 kept
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XI
               .
            
             
               
               LAsso
               vita
               mia
               ,
               mi
               fa
               morire
               ,
               Lasso
               vita
               mia
               
               mi
               fa
               ,
               mi
               fa
               morire
               ,
               Crudel
               ,
               crudel
               amor
               mio
               cor
               con
               -
               
               sume
               ,
               Da
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ferite
               ,
               ij
               .
               mille
               ,
               mille
               feri
               -
               te
               ,
               
               Che
               mi
               fa
               ij
               .
               ij
               .
               morir
               ,
               morir
               ,
               Ahi
               me
               ,
               Ahi
               me
               ,
               Deh
               ,
               che
               non
               mi
               
               fa
               morire
               ,
               morire
               ,
               Deh
               ,
               che
               non
               mi
               fa
               morire
               ,
               mi
               fa
               morire
               ,
               Crudel
               ,
               ij
               .
               a
               -
               
               mor
               ,
               crudel
               ,
               cru
               -
               del
               ,
               ij
               .
               amor
               ,
               mi
               fa
               sofrir
               mille
               mar
               -
               
               ☞
            
             
             
               
               tire
               .
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ,
               mille
               mar-tire
               .
               mi
               fa
               sofrir
               mille
               martire
               .
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ,
               ij
               .
               mille
               ,
               mille
               ,
               martire
               .
               ☜
               
               mi
               fa
               so
               -
               frir
               mille
               ,
               ij
               .
               mar
               -
               tire
               ,
               marti
               -
               re
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XI
               .
            
             
               
               LAsso
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XI
               .
            
             
               
               LAsso
               .
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XII
               .
            
             
               
               IN
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trembling
               
               shadow
               ,
               cast
               from
               those
               boughes
               which
               thy
               wings
               shake
               ,
               Farre
               from
               humane
               trou
               -
               bles
               ,
               
               hu
               -
               mane
               troubles
               ,
               trou
               -
               bles
               plac'd
               :
               Songs
               to
               the
               Lord
               ,
               to
               the
               Lord
               would
               I
               make
               ,
               Dark
               -
               
               nesse
               ,
               ij
               .
               from
               my
               minde
               then
               take
               ,
               For
               thy
               rites
               ,
               thy
               rites
               none
               
               may
               begin
               ,
               Till
               they
               feele
               thy
               light
               ,
               ij
               -
               with
               -
               in
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 As
                 I
                 sing
                 ,
                 sweete
                 flowers
                 I
                 le
                 strow
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 fruitfull
                 vallies
                 brought
                 :
              
               
                 Praising
                 him
                 by
                 whom
                 they
                 grow
                 ,
                 him
                 that
                 heauen
                 and
                 earth
                 hath
                 wrought
                 ,
                 him
                 that
                 all
                 things
                 framde
                 of
                 nought
                 ,
              
               
                 Him
                 that
                 all
                 for
                 man
                 did
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 made
                 man
                 for
                 his
                 owne
                 sake
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Musicke
                 all
                 thy
                 sweetnesse
                 lend
                 ,
                 while
                 of
                 his
                 high
                 power
                 I
                 speake
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 whom
                 all
                 powers
                 else
                 depend
                 ,
                 but
                 my
                 brest
                 is
                 now
                 too
                 weake
                 ,
                 trumpets
                 shrill
                 the
                 ayre
                 should
                 breake
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 in
                 vaine
                 my
                 sounds
                 I
                 raise
                 ,
              
               
                 Boundlesse
                 power
                 askes
                 boundlesse
                 praise
                 ,
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XII
               .
            
             
               
               IN
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trembling
               sha
               -
               dow
               ,
               In
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trembling
               shadow
               ,
               cast
               from
               those
               boughes
               which
               thy
               
               windes
               ,
               thy
               windes
               shake
               ,
               Far
               from
               humane
               troubles
               ,
               far
               from
               hu
               -
               mane
               trou
               -
               bles
               plac'd
               ,
               Songs
               to
               
               the
               ,
               to
               the
               Lord
               would
               I
               make
               ,
               Songs
               to
               the
               Lord
               would
               I
               make
               ,
               Darknesse
               from
               my
               mind
               ,
               my
               minde
               then
               take
               :
               For
               thy
               rites
               
               none
               none
               may
               begin
               ,
               thy
               rites
               ,
               thy
               rites
               none
               may
               ,
               none
               may
               begin
               ,
               Till
               they
               feele
               ,
               they
               feele
               thy
               light
               within
               .
               Songs
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XII
               .
            
             
               
               IN
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trembling
               shadow
               ,
               cast
               
               from
               those
               boughes
               which
               thy
               windes
               shake
               ,
               thy
               windes
               
               shake
               ,
               Far
               from
               humane
               trou
               -
               bles
               ,
               humane
               
               troubles
               plac'd
               ,
               Songs
               to
               the
               Lord
               ,
               to
               the
               Lord
               (
               songs
               )
               would
               
               I
               make
               ,
               Darknesse
               from
               my
               minde
               ,
               my
               minde
               then
               
               take
               :
               For
               thy
               rites
               none
               ,
               none
               may
               begin
               ,
               thy
               rites
               none
               
               may
               begin
               ,
               Till
               they
               feele
               ,
               they
               feele
               ,
               thy
               light
               with
               -
               
               in
               .
               Songs
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XII
               .
            
             
               
               IN
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trembling
               sha
               -
               dow
               ,
               In
               this
               trembling
               ,
               trem-bling
               sha
               -
               dow
               ,
               cast
               from
               those
               boughes
               
               which
               thy
               windes
               shake
               ,
               cast
               ,
               cast
               from
               those
               boughes
               which
               thy
               windes
               shake
               ,
               thy
               windes
               shake
               ,
               Farre
               
               from
               hu
               -
               mane
               trou
               -
               bles
               ,
               humane
               troubles
               plac'd
               ,
               Songs
               to
               the
               Lord
               ,
               to
               the
               Lord
               would
               I
               make
               ,
               to
               the
               Lord
               
               would
               I
               make
               ,
               Darke
               -
               nesse
               from
               my
               minde
               ,
               my
               minde
               then
               take
               :
               For
               thy
               rites
               ,
               thy
               rites
               ,
               none
               may
               begin
               ,
               thy
               
               rites
               ,
               thy
               rites
               none
               ,
               none
               may
               begin
               ,
               Till
               they
               feele
               thy
               light
               ,
               thy
               light
               with
               -
               in
               .
               Songs
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XIII
               .
            
             
               
               IF
               that
               a
               
               sinners
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               foode
               ,
               Or
               that
               re
               -
               pentant
               teares
               be
               Angels
               wine
               ,
               
               Ac
               -
               cept
               O
               Lord
               in
               this
               most
               pensiue
               moode
               ,
               These
               hearty
               
               sighes
               and
               dolefull
               plaints
               of
               mine
               ,
               That
               went
               with
               Peter
               forth
               
               most
               sinful
               -
               ly
               :
               But
               not
               as
               Peter
               did
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               bit
               -
               ter
               -
               ly
               ▪
               
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XIII
               .
            
             
               
               IF
               that
               a
               sin-ners
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               food
               ,
               a
               sinners
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               food
               ,
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               food
               ,
               Or
               that
               re
               -
               
               pentant
               teares
               ,
               repentant
               teares
               be
               An
               -
               gels
               wine
               ,
               be
               Angels
               wine
               ,
               Accept
               O
               Lord
               ,
               O
               Lord
               in
               this
               most
               pensiue
               ,
               pensiue
               moode
               ,
               
               These
               hear
               -
               ty
               sighes
               ,
               and
               dolefull
               plaints
               of
               mine
               ,
               That
               went
               with
               Peter
               forth
               ,
               ij
               .
               most
               sinful
               -
               sinful
               -
               ly
               :
               But
               not
               
               as
               Peter
               did
               ,
               not
               as
               Pe-ter
               did
               ,
               Peter
               did
               ,
               weep
               ,
               did
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               bit
               -
               ter
               -
               ly
               .
               That
               went
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XIII
               .
            
             
               
               IF
               that
               a
               sin
               -
               ners
               sighes
               be
               
               Angel
               ,
               food
               ,
               sighs
               be
               Angels
               food
               ,
               Or
               that
               repentant
               tears
               be
               
               Angels
               wine
               ,
               Accept
               O
               Lord
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               Accept
               O
               
               Lord
               ,
               in
               this
               most
               pensiue
               moode
               ,
               These
               hearty
               sighes
               
               and
               dolefull
               plaints
               of
               mine
               ,
               That
               went
               with
               Peter
               ,
               
               with
               Peter
               forth
               most
               sinfully
               :
               But
               not
               as
               Peter
               ,
               
               
                 Pe
                 -
                 ter
              
               did
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               did
               weepe
               ,
               did
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               
               bit
               -
               ter
               -
               ly
               .
               That
               went
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XIII
               .
            
             
               
               IF
               that
               a
               sinners
               sighes
               ,
               a
               sinners
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               foode
               ,
               sighes
               be
               Angels
               foode
               ,
               Or
               that
               repentant
               teares
               ,
               re
               -
               
               pentant
               teares
               be
               Angels
               ,
               Angels
               wine
               ,
               Accept
               O
               Lord
               ,
               accept
               O
               Lord
               in
               this
               most
               pensiue
               moode
               ,
               this
               most
               ,
               
               most
               pensiue
               moode
               ,
               These
               hearty
               sighes
               ,
               and
               dolefull
               ,
               dolefull
               plaints
               of
               mine
               .
               That
               went
               with
               
                 Pe
                 -
                 ter
              
               forth
               ,
               
               with
               
                 Pe
                 -
                 ter
              
               forth
               most
               sinfully
               ,
               sinfully
               :
               But
               not
               as
               
                 Pe
                 -
                 ter
              
               ,
               not
               as
               Peter
               did
               ,
               Peter
               did
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               
               Peter
               did
               ,
               weepe
               ,
               weepe
               bitterly
               ,
               weepe
               bitter
               -
               ly
               .
               That
               went
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               The
               first
               Part.
               XIIII
               .
            
             
               
               THou
               mightie
               God
               ,
               that
               rightest
               euery
               wrong
               ,
               
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               
               patience
               in
               a
               dying
               ,
               a
               dying
               ,
               ij
               .
               song
               .
               When
               Iob
               had
               lost
               his
               Children
               ,
               Lands
               ,
               and
               goods
               ,
               
               Patience
               ,
               patience
               as
               -
               swa
               -
               ged
               his
               excessiue
               paine
               ,
               
               And
               when
               his
               sorrowes
               ,
               his
               sor
               -
               rowes
               ,
               sor
               -
               rowes
               came
               as
               fast
               as
               flouds
               ,
               as
               flouds
               ,
               
               hope
               kept
               his
               hart
               ,
               his
               heart
               ,
               his
               heart
               ,
               till
               com
               -
               fort
               came
               againe
               ,
               till
               comfort
               came
               a
               -
               gaine
               ,
               came
               a
               -
               gaine
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XIIII
               .
            
             
               
               THou
               mighty
               ,
               mighty
               God
               ,
               that
               rightest
               euery
               wrong
               ,
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               listen
               to
               
               patience
               ,
               to
               patience
               in
               a
               dying
               ,
               dying
               song
               .
               When
               Iob
               had
               lost
               ,
               had
               lost
               his
               Children
               ,
               Lands
               ,
               and
               goods
               ,
               Patience
               as
               -
               
               swaged
               ,
               asswaged
               ,
               patience
               asswa
               -
               ged
               his
               excessiue
               paine
               ,
               excessiue
               paine
               :
               And
               when
               his
               sorrowcs
               ,
               his
               sor
               -
               rowes
               
               came
               ,
               and
               when
               his
               sorrowes
               ,
               his
               sorrowes
               came
               as
               fast
               ,
               as
               fast
               as
               flouds
               ,
               Hope
               kept
               his
               hart
               ,
               till
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               
               till
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               againe
               .
               And
               when
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XIIII
               .
            
             
               
               THou
               mighty
               God
               that
               rightest
               
               euery
               wrong
               ,
               euery
               wrong
               ,
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               to
               
               patience
               ,
               li
               -
               sten
               to
               patience
               in
               a
               dying
               ,
               
               dying
               Song
               .
               When
               Iob
               had
               lost
               his
               Children
               ,
               
               Lands
               ,
               and
               goods
               ,
               Patience
               ,
               pati
               -
               ence
               asswa
               -
               
               ged
               ,
               patience
               asswaged
               his
               exces
               -
               siue
               paine
               :
               
               And
               when
               his
               sorrowes
               came
               ,
               sorrowes
               came
               as
               
               fast
               as
               flouds
               ,
               Hope
               kept
               his
               heart
               ,
               ij
               .
               till
               
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               And
               when
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XIIII
               .
            
             
               
               THou
               mightie
               God
               that
               rightest
               euery
               wrong
               ,
               eue
               -
               ry
               wrong
               ,
               Li
               -
               sten
               to
               patience
               ,
               to
               patience
               ,
               
               Listen
               to
               patience
               ,
               ij
               .
               Listen
               ,
               listen
               to
               pa
               -
               tience
               ,
               patience
               ,
               in
               a
               dying
               ,
               dying
               Song
               .
               When
               Iob
               had
               
               lost
               his
               Children
               ,
               his
               Children
               ,
               Lands
               ,
               Lands
               and
               goods
               ,
               Pa
               -
               tience
               asswaged
               ,
               ij
               .
               asswaged
               his
               
               excessiue
               pain
               ,
               pain
               ,
               excessiue
               paine
               ,
               And
               when
               his
               sorrowes
               came
               ,
               and
               when
               his
               sorrowes
               ,
               his
               sorrowes
               came
               as
               fast
               ,
               as
               fast
               as
               flouds
               ,
               
               Hope
               kept
               his
               hart
               ,
               his
               hart
               ,
               til
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               till
               comfort
               ,
               comfort
               came
               again
               .
               And
               when
               his
               sorrows
               came
               as
               fast
               as
               flouds
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               The
               second
               Part.
               XV.
               
            
             
               
               WHen
               Dauids
               life
               by
               Saul
               was
               often
               sought
               ,
               
                 Da
                 -
                 uids
              
               life
               by
               Saul
               ,
               by
               
               Saul
               was
               of
               -
               ten
               sought
               ,
               And
               worlds
               of
               woes
               ,
               worlds
               òf
               
               woes
               ,
               of
               woes
               did
               compasse
               ,
               compasse
               him
               a
               -
               bout
               ,
               about
               ,
               On
               dire
               reuenge
               he
               neuer
               ,
               
               neuer
               had
               a
               thought
               ,
               a
               thought
               ,
               But
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               but
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               
               griefes
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               him
               out
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               him
               ,
               help
               him
               out
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XV.
               
            
             
               
               WHen
               Dauids
               life
               ,
               
                 Da
                 -
                 uids
              
               life
               by
               Saul
               ,
               by
               Saul
               was
               often
               sought
               ,
               Dauids
               life
               by
               Saul
               was
               often
               
               sought
               ,
               And
               worlds
               of
               woes
               did
               compasse
               him
               ,
               ij
               .
               compasse
               him
               about
               ,
               On
               dire
               re
               -
               
               uenge
               ,
               hee
               neuer
               ,
               ne-uer
               had
               a
               thought
               ,
               a
               thought
               ,
               But
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               ,
               did
               
               help
               him
               out
               ,
               but
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               him
               out
               .
               On
               dire
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XV.
               
            
             
               
               VVHen
               Dauids
               life
               ,
               
                 Da
                 -
                 uids
              
               life
               by
               
               Saul
               was
               often
               sought
               ,
               And
               worlds
               of
               woes
               ,
               worlds
               of
               woes
               
               did
               compasse
               him
               about
               ,
               On
               dire
               reuenge
               he
               neuer
               had
               a
               
               thought
               ,
               But
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               ij
               .
               ij
               .
               
               his
               griefes
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               ,
               help
               him
               out
               .
               On
               dire
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XV.
               
            
             
               
               WHen
               Dauids
               life
               by
               
                 Saul
                 ,
                 Dauids
              
               life
               by
               Saul
               was
               often
               sought
               ,
               was
               often
               sought
               ,
               Dauids
               life
               by
               Saul
               was
               
               often
               sought
               ,
               often
               sought
               ,
               And
               worlds
               of
               woes
               ,
               of
               woes
               ,
               did
               compasse
               him
               about
               ,
               did
               compasse
               him
               about
               ,
               
               On
               dire
               reuenge
               ,
               ij
               .
               hee
               neuer
               had
               a
               thought
               ,
               had
               a
               thought
               ,
               he
               neuer
               had
               a
               thought
               ,
               But
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               but
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               but
               in
               his
               griefes
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               him
               out
               ,
               Hope
               still
               did
               help
               ,
               did
               
               help
               ,
               help
               him
               out
               .
               On
               dire
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               The
               third
               Part.
               XVI
               .
            
             
               
               WHen
               the
               poore
               Criple
               by
               the
               Poole
               did
               lye
               ,
               
               Full
               many
               ,
               many
               yeeres
               in
               mi
               -
               se
               -
               ry
               and
               paine
               ,
               No
               sooner
               hee
               on
               
               Christ
               had
               set
               his
               eye
               ,
               But
               hee
               was
               well
               ,
               hee
               was
               well
               ,
               was
               well
               
               and
               comfort
               ,
               comfort
               came
               a
               -
               gaine
               ,
               a
               -
               gaine
               .
               No
               
                 Dauid
                 ,
                 Iob
              
               ,
               nor
               Criple
               in
               
               more
               griefe
               ,
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               Christ
               giue
               mee
               patience
               ,
               patience
               ,
               and
               my
               
               Hope
               's
               reliefe
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XVI
               .
            
             
               
               WHen
               the
               poore
               ,
               poore
               Criple
               by
               the
               Poole
               did
               lye
               ,
               Full
               many
               yeeres
               ,
               many
               ,
               many
               yeeres
               in
               misery
               and
               paine
               ,
               
               No
               sooner
               he
               on
               Christ
               ,
               on
               Christ
               had
               set
               his
               eye
               ,
               But
               he
               was
               well
               ,
               he
               was
               well
               ,
               but
               he
               was
               well
               and
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               hee
               
               was
               well
               ,
               and
               comfort
               came
               againe
               .
               No
               
                 Dauid
                 ,
                 Dauid
                 ,
                 Iob
              
               ,
               nor
               Criple
               ,
               ij
               .
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               Christ
               giue
               
               mee
               patience
               ,
               patience
               ,
               and
               my
               hopes
               reliefe
               ,
               my
               hopes
               re
               -
               liefe
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XVI
               .
            
             
               
               VVHen
               the
               poore
               Cri-ple
               by
               the
               Foole
               did
               
               lye
               ,
               full
               many
               yeeres
               in
               misery
               and
               paine
               ,
               and
               paine
               ,
               
               No
               sooner
               he
               on
               Christ
               ,
               on
               Christ
               had
               set
               his
               eye
               ,
               
               But
               hee
               was
               well
               ,
               hee
               was
               well
               ,
               and
               comfort
               came
               againe
               ,
               
               and
               comfort
               came
               againe
               .
               No
               
                 Da
                 -
                 uid
                 ,
                 Iob
              
               nor
               Criple
               
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               Christ
               giue
               mee
               ,
               giue
               mee
               pa
               -
               tience
               ,
               
               Christ
               giue
               me
               patience
               ,
               and
               my
               hopes
               reliefe
               ,
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XVI
               .
            
             
               
               WHen
               the
               poore
               ,
               poore
               Criple
               by
               the
               Poole
               did
               lye
               ,
               full
               many
               ,
               many
               yeeres
               ,
               ij
               .
               in
               mise
               -
               
               ry
               and
               paine
               ,
               ij
               .
               No
               sooner
               he
               on
               Christ
               had
               set
               his
               eye
               ,
               ij
               .
               had
               set
               his
               eye
               ,
               his
               eye
               ,
               but
               
               he
               was
               well
               ,
               he
               was
               well
               ,
               and
               comfort
               ,
               comfort
               came
               a
               -
               gaine
               ,
               comfort
               came
               a
               -
               gaine
               .
               No
               
                 Da
                 -
                 uid
              
               ,
               no
               Iob
               ,
               nor
               Criple
               ,
               nor
               
               Criple
               ,
               Criple
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               in
               more
               griefe
               ,
               Christ
               giue
               me
               patience
               ,
               giue
               me
               patience
               ,
               pa
               -
               tience
               ,
               and
               my
               hopes
               re
               -
               liefe
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XVII
               .
            
             
               
               WHere
               Sinne
               sore
               woun
               -
               
               ding
               ,
               daily
               doth
               oppresse
               me
               ,
               There
               Grace
               a
               -
               bounding
               ,
               Grace
               a
               -
               bounding
               
               freely
               ,
               freely
               doth
               re
               -
               dresse
               mee
               :
               So
               that
               resounding
               still
               I
               shall
               confesse
               thee
               ,
               
               Father
               ,
               Fa
               -
               ther
               of
               mercy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mercy
               Father
               of
               mer
               -
               cy
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 Though
                 Sinne
                 offending
                 daily
                 doth
                 torment
                 mee
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 Grace
                 amending
                 ,
                 since
                 I
                 doe
                 repent
                 mee
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 my
                 liues
                 ending
                 will
                 I
                 hope
                 present
                 mee
                 cleare
                 to
                 thy
                 mercy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 wound
                 Sinne
                 gaue
                 me
                 was
                 of
                 Death
                 assured
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 not
                 Grace
                 saue
                 mee
                 ,
                 whereby
                 it
                 is
                 cured
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 thou
                 wilt
                 haue
                 mee
                 to
                 thy
                 loue
                 invred
                 ,
                 free
                 without
                 merit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Sinnes
                 stripe
                 is
                 healed
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 sting
                 abated
                 ,
              
               
                 Deaths
                 mouth
                 is
                 sealed
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Graue
                 amated
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 Loue
                 reuealed
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Grace
                 related
                 giues
                 me
                 this
                 spirit
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XVII
               .
            
             
               
               WHere
               sinne
               sore
               woun
               -
               ding
               ,
               sore
               wounding
               ,
               sinne
               sore
               woun
               -
               ding
               daily
               doth
               oppresse
               me
               ,
               There
               
               Grace
               abounding
               ,
               abounding
               ,
               Grace
               aboun-ding
               ,
               Grace
               abounding
               ,
               abounding
               ,
               freely
               ,
               freely
               doth
               re
               -
               dresse
               ,
               redresse
               
               me
               :
               So
               that
               resounding
               still
               I
               shall
               confesse
               thee
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mercy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mer
               -
               cy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mer
               -
               cy
               :
               So
               that
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XVII
               .
            
             
               
               VVHere
               Sinne
               sore
               wounding
               ,
               wounding
               ,
               
               There
               Grace
               abounding
               ,
               abounding
               ,
               free-ly
               ,
               
               freely
               doth
               redresse
               mee
               ,
               freely
               ,
               free
               -
               ly
               doth
               redresse
               
               mee
               :
               Still
               I
               shall
               confesse
               thee
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               
               mercy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mer
               -
               cy
               .
               Still
               I
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XVII
               .
            
             
               
               VVHere
               Sinne
               ,
               where
               Sinne
               sore
               woun
               -
               ding
               ,
               sore
               woun
               -
               ding
               daily
               doth
               oppresse
               me
               ,
               there
               
               Grace
               abounding
               ,
               Grace
               a
               -
               bounding
               ,
               freely
               ,
               freely
               doth
               re
               -
               dresse
               me
               ,
               freely
               ,
               freely
               doth
               redresse
               ,
               doth
               re
               -
               
               dresse
               mee
               :
               So
               that
               resounding
               still
               I
               shall
               confesse
               thee
               ,
               Fa
               -
               ther
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mer
               -
               cy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mer
               -
               
               cy
               ,
               Father
               of
               mercy
               ,
               mercy
               .
               So
               that
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XVIII
               .
            
             
               
               MY
               heart
               and
               tongue
               were
               twinnes
               ,
               at
               once
               con
               -
               ceiued
               ,
               Th'
               eldest
               was
               my
               
               heart
               ,
               borne
               dumbe
               by
               desti
               -
               nie
               ,
               The
               last
               my
               tongue
               ,
               of
               all
               sweet
               thoughts
               be
               -
               rea
               -
               ued
               :
               Yet
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               strung
               and
               tunde
               to
               play
               hearts
               har
               -
               mo
               -
               nie
               .
               Then
               this
               be
               sure
               ,
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               since
               it
               is
               true
               per
               -
               fection
               ,
               That
               ney
               -
               ther
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               
               nor
               Gods
               can
               force
               af
               -
               fection
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               
                 Both
                 knit
                 in
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 a
                 sunder
                 placed
                 :
                 what
                 heart
                 would
                 speake
                 the
                 tongue
                 doth
                 still
                 discouer
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 tongue
                 doth
                 speake
                 is
                 of
                 the
                 heart
                 embraced
                 ,
                 and
                 both
                 are
                 one
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 new
                 found
                 Louer
                 .
              
               
                 New
                 found
                 ,
                 and
                 onely
                 found
                 in
                 Gods
                 and
                 Kings
                 ,
                 whose
                 wordes
                 are
                 deedes
                 ,
                 but
                 wordes
                 ,
                 nor
                 deedes
                 regarded
                 .
              
               
                 Chaste
                 thoughts
                 doe
                 mount
                 and
                 flye
                 with
                 swiftest
                 wings
                 ,
                 my
                 loue
                 with
                 paine
                 ,
                 my
                 paine
                 with
                 losse
                 rewarded
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               XVIII
               .
            
             
               
               MY
               heart
               and
               tongue
               were
               twinnes
               ,
               at
               once
               conceiued
               ,
               Th'
               eldest
               was
               my
               heart
               ,
               borne
               dumbe
               by
               desti
               -
               
               nie
               ,
               The
               last
               my
               tongue
               ,
               of
               all
               sweet
               thoughts
               bereaude
               :
               Yet
               strung
               ,
               strung
               and
               tunde
               to
               play
               ,
               strung
               and
               tunde
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               to
               play
               hearts
               harmonie
               .
               Then
               this
               be
               sure
               ,
               be
               sure
               ,
               since
               it
               is
               true
               perfection
               ,
               That
               
               neyther
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               that
               neyther
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               nor
               Gods
               can
               force
               affection
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XVIII
               .
            
             
               
               MY
               heart
               and
               tongue
               were
               twinnes
               at
               once
               
               conceiued
               ,
               Th'
               eldest
               was
               my
               heart
               ,
               borne
               dumbe
               by
               de
               -
               
               stinie
               ,
               The
               last
               my
               tongue
               of
               all
               sweete
               ,
               sweete
               ioyes
               bereaude
               ,
               
               Yet
               strung
               and
               tunde
               ,
               and
               tunde
               to
               play
               ,
               to
               play
               harts
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               har
               -
               monie
               .
               Then
               this
               be
               
               sure
               since
               it
               is
               ,
               it
               is
               true
               perfection
               ,
               that
               ney
               -
               ther
               
               men
               ,
               neither
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               nor
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               can
               
               force
               ,
               can
               force
               affection
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XVIII
               .
            
             
               
               My
               heart
               and
               tongue
               were
               twinnes
               at
               once
               con
               -
               ceiued
               ,
               Th'
               eldest
               was
               my
               heart
               ,
               my
               heart
               borne
               dumbe
               
               by
               destinie
               ,
               The
               last
               my
               tongue
               ,
               of
               all
               sweete
               thoughts
               ,
               sweete
               thoughts
               be-rea
               -
               ued
               ,
               Yet
               strung
               and
               tunde
               to
               play
               ,
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               to
               play
               hearts
               harmonie
               .
               Then
               this
               be
               sure
               ,
               this
               be
               sure
               ,
               since
               it
               is
               true
               ,
               it
               is
               true
               perfection
               ,
               
               That
               neyther
               men
               ,
               ij
               .
               neyther
               men
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               nor
               Gods
               can
               force
               affection
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               TENOR
               .
               XIX
               .
            
             
               
               VP
               merry
               mates
               ,
               to
               Neptunes
               prayse
               ,
               Your
               voyces
               high
               aduance
               :
               The
               watrie
               Nymphs
               shall
               
               dance
               ,
               and
               
                 E
                 -
                 olus
              
               shall
               whistle
               to
               your
               layes
               .
               Stereman
               ,
               how
               stands
               the
               winde
               ?
               What
               course
               ?
               
               no
               worse
               ,
               and
               blow
               so
               faire
               ,
               Then
               sincke
               ,
               sincke
               ,
               sincke
               ,
               sincke
               despayre
               ,
               Come
               solace
               to
               the
               minde
               ,
               
               ere
               night
               we
               shall
               ,
               we
               shall
               the
               ha
               -
               uen
               finde
               .
               O
               happy
               ,
               hap
               -
               py
               dayes
               ,
               who
               may
               con
               -
               
               taine
               ,
               but
               swell
               with
               proud
               dis
               -
               daine
               ,
               when
               seas
               are
               smooth
               ,
               sailes
               ,
               sailes
               full
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               ,
               all
               things
               please
               ?
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               The
               golden
               meane
               that
               con
               -
               stant
               spi
               -
               rit
               beares
               ,
               in
               such
               ex-treams
               that
               nor
               pre
               -
               sumes
               not
               feares
               .
               Conclusion
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               ALTVS
               .
               Dialogue
               .
               XIX
               .
            
             
               
               O
               Happy
               ,
               happy
               dayes
               ,
               who
               can
               ,
               who
               can
               containe
               ,
               but
               swell
               with
               proud
               disdaine
               ,
               when
               
               seas
               ,
               when
               seas
               are
               smooth
               ,
               sailes
               full
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               please
               ?
               Conclusion
               .
               The
               golden
               meane
               that
               
               con
               -
               stant
               spi
               -
               rit
               beares
               ,
               In
               such
               extreames
               ,
               that
               not
               presumes
               nor
               feares
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               Dialogue
               .
               XIX
               .
            
             
               
               FVll
               North
               ,
               North-east
               ,
               Full
               South
               South-west
               .
               
               O
               happy
               dayes
               ,
               happy
               dayes
               ,
               who
               can
               containe
               ,
               but
               swell
               with
               proud
               
               disdain
               ,
               when
               seas
               are
               smooth
               ,
               seas
               are
               smooth
               ,
               sailes
               full
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               please
               ?
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               The
               golden
               meane
               that
               constant
               spirit
               beares
               ,
               In
               such
               
               extreames
               that
               nor
               presumes
               ,
               nor
               feares
               .
            
          
           
             
               CANTVS
               .
               XIX
               .
            
             
               
               O
               Happy
               dayes
               ,
               who
               may
               ,
               who
               may
               containe
               ,
               but
               swell
               with
               proud
               disdaine
               ,
               when
               seas
               are
               
               Conclusion
               .
               
               smooth
               ,
               sailes
               full
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               please
               ?
               The
               golden
               meane
               that
               constant
               spirit
               beares
               ,
               In
               such
               
               extreames
               ,
               that
               nor
               presumes
               nor
               feares
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Stay
                 merry
                 mates
                 ,
                 proud
                 Neptune
                 lowres
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 voyces
                 all
                 deplore
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Nymphes
                 stand
                 weeping
                 o're
                 you
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Eolus
                 and
                 Iris
                 bandy
                 showres
                 .
              
               
                 Mr.
                 Boates
                 man
                 hale
                 in
                 the
                 Boate.
              
               
                 S.
                 Harke
                 ,
                 harke
                 the
                 ratlings
                 ,
              
               
                 M.
                 T
                 is
                 haile
                 .
              
               
                 S.
                 Make
                 fast
                 the
                 tacklings
                 .
              
               
                 M.
                 Strike
                 saile
                 .
              
               
                 Make
                 quicke
                 dispatches
                 ,
              
               
                 Shut
                 close
                 the
                 hatches
                 .
              
               
                 Hold
                 sterne
                 ,
                 cast
                 Ancour
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 night
                 we
                 shall
                 at
                 randome
                 floate
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 dismall
                 houres
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 can
                 forbeare
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 sinke
                 with
                 sad
                 despaire
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 seas
                 are
                 rough
                 ,
                 sailes
                 rent
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 thing
                 lowres
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CANTVS
               primus
               .
               XX.
               
            
             
               Chorus
               .
               
               HYmen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               myne
               of
               treasures
               more
               di
               -
               uine
               ,
               what
               di-e-tie
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               freest
               from
               morta-li-tie
               .
            
          
           
             
               CANTVS
               secundus
               .
               XX.
               
            
             
               
               WEl
               -
               come
               ,
               wel
               -
               come
               black
               night
               Hymens
               faire
               day
               ,
               help
               ,
               help
               ,
               help
               Hymen
               Loues
               due
               debt
               to
               
               pay
               ,
               Loues
               due
               debt
               is
               chaste
               de
               -
               light
               .
               which
               if
               the
               turtles
               ,
               the
               turtles
               ,
               the
               Turtles
               want
               to
               night
               ,
               
               Hy-men
               forfets
               his
               Di
               -
               e
               -
               tie
               ,
               and
               night
               in
               loue
               ,
               in
               loue
               her
               dignitie
               ,
               Help
               ,
               help
               blacke
               night
               Hymens
               
               faire
               day
               ,
               Help
               Hymen
               ,
               ij
               .
               Loues
               due
               debt
               to
               pay
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               Hymen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               myne
               of
               treasures
               more
               diuine
               ,
               what
               di-e-tie
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               that
               freest
               from
               mor
               -
               ta
               -
               li
               -
               tie
               .
               
               Chorus
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               QVINTVS
               .
               XX.
               
            
             
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               HYmen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               mine
               of
               trea
               -
               sores
               more
               diuine
               ,
               
               what
               di-e-tie
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               ,
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               freest
               from
               mor
               -
               ta-li
               -
               tie
               ?
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XX.
               
            
             
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               HYmen
               ,
               O
               
               Hymen
               ,
               myne
               of
               treasures
               more
               di
               -
               uine
               ,
               what
               
               di
               -
               e
               -
               tie
               is
               like
               ,
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               freest
               from
               
               mor-ta-li
               -
               tie
               ?
            
             
               
                 Stay
                 (
                 happy
                 paire
                 )
                 stay
                 but
                 a
                 while
                 ,
              
               
                 Hymen
                 comes
                 not
                 ,
                 loue
                 to
                 beguile
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 sports
                 are
                 alluring
                 baites
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sawce
                 are
                 to
                 Loues
                 sweetest
                 Cates
                 :
              
               
                 Longing
                 hope
                 doth
                 no
                 hurt
                 but
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 heightens
                 Loues
                 attained
                 blisse
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 stay
                 (
                 most
                 happie
                 )
                 stay
                 a
                 while
                 ,
              
               
                 Hymen
                 comes
                 not
                 ,
                 Loue
                 to
                 beguile
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XX.
               
            
             
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               HYmen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               myne
               of
               treasures
               more
               de
               -
               uine
               ,
               what
               di-e-tie
               ,
               
               what
               di-e-tie
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               free
               -
               est
               from
               mor
               -
               ta-li
               -
               tie
               ?
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               CNTVS
               primus
               .
               XXI
               .
            
             
               Chorus
               .
               
               CEase
               ,
               &c.
               
               Hymen
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               blesse
               this
               night
               ,
               that
               Loues
               dark
               work
               ,
               loues
               dark
               work
               may
               come
               to
               light
            
          
           
             
               CANTVS
               secundus
               .
               XXI
               .
            
             
               
               CEase
               ,
               cease
               ,
               cease
               these
               false
               sports
               ,
               Hast
               ,
               hast
               ,
               hast
               away
               ,
               Loue
               's
               made
               a
               trewant
               by
               your
               stay
               ,
               Good
               ,
               night
               ,
               
               good
               night
               yet
               virgin
               ,
               virgin
               Bride
               ;
               but
               looke
               ere
               day
               ,
               ij
               .
               ere
               day
               be
               spide
               ,
               You
               change
               that
               fruitlesse
               name
               ,
               least
               
               you
               your
               sex
               defame
               ,
               Fear
               not
               Hymens
               peaceful
               war
               ,
               you
               'le
               cōquer
               ,
               ij
               .
               ij
               .
               thogh
               you
               subdued
               are
               ,
               good
               
               night
               ,
               And
               ere
               the
               day
               be
               old
               ,
               rise
               to
               the
               sun
               ,
               ij
               .
               ij
               .
               to
               the
               Sunne
               ,
               ij
               .
               a
               Marigold
               .
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               Hymen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               blesse
               this
               night
               ,
               this
               night
               ,
               blesse
               this
               sight
               ,
               that
               Loues
               darke
               workes
               may
               come
               ,
               may
               come
               to
               light
               .
               Chorus
               .
               
            
          
           
             
             
               QVINTVS
               .
               XXI
               .
            
             
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               CEase
               these
               false
               .
               Hymen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               blesse
               this
               night
               ,
               that
               Loues
               
               darke
               workes
               ,
               ij
               .
               darke
               workes
               ,
               that
               Loues
               darke
               workes
               may
               come
               to
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               BASSVS
               .
               XXI
               .
            
             
               
               CEase
               these
               false
               sports
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               Hymen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               blesse
               this
               night
               ,
               that
               
               Loues
               darke
               workes
               ,
               ij
               .
               Loues
               darke
               ,
               workes
               darke
               
               workes
               may
               come
               to
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               TENOR
               .
               XXI
               .
            
             
               
               Chorus
               .
               
               CEase
               these
               false
               sports
               .
               Hymen
               ,
               O
               Hymen
               ,
               blesse
               this
               night
               ,
               this
               night
               ,
               that
               Loues
               
               darke
               workes
               ,
               Loues
               darke
               workes
               ,
               that
               Loues
               darke
               workes
               may
               come
               to
               light
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             XXII
             .
          
           
             Galliard
             to
             Lachrima
             .
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
  

