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         Hilton, John, 1599-1657.
      
       
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             Catch that catch can, or, A choice collection of catches, rounds & canons for 3 or 4 voyces collected & published by John Hilton ...
             Hilton, John, 1599-1657.
             Playford, John, 1623-1686?
          
           1 score ([10], 122, [1] p.)
           
             Printed for John Benson & John Playford ...,
             London :
             1652.
          
           
             A collection of canons, catches and rounds by Hilton, together with similar compositions by 21 other composers.
             Errata: p. [1] at end.
             Reproduction of original in Folger Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
         eng
      
       
         
           Part-songs, English.
           Glees, catches, rounds, etc.
           Canons, fugues, etc.
        
      
    
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               Catch
               that
               Catch
               can
               ,
               or
               A
               Choice
               Collection
               of
               CATCHES
               ,
               ROVNDS
               ,
               &
               CAN̄ONS
               for
               3
               or
               4
               Voyces
            
             
               Collected
               &
               Published
               by
               
                 John
                 Hilton
              
               Batch
               :
               in
               Musick
            
             
               London
               printed
               for
               John
               Benson
               &
               John
               Playford
               and
               to
               be
               sould
               in
               St.
               Dunstans
               Churchyard
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               Inner
               Temple
               neare
               the
               Church
               doore
               1652
            
          
        
      
       
       
       
         
           To
           my
           much
           Honoured
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           
             Robert
             Coleman
             ,
          
           a
           true
           Lover
           of
           MVSICK
           .
        
         
           
             SIR
             :
          
        
         
           AS
           
             Musick
          
           sits
           
             Queene
             Regent
          
           in
           the
           Center
           of
           
             Arts
             ,
          
           whereby
           she
           preserves
           an
           Harmonious
           Sympathy
           amongst
           them
           ;
           so
           her
           studious
           Care
           ,
           to
           continue
           that
           Unity
           ,
           hath
           qualified
           her
           servants
           in
           severall
           degrees
           ;
           some
           like
           
             Seraphins
             ,
          
           sing
           
             Hosanna
          
           in
           the
           highest
           ;
           others
           like
           
             Angels
             ,
          
           charoll
           the
           Nativity
           of
           
             Emanuel
             .
          
           The
           Ayry
           Quire
           in
           their
           kind
           ,
           warble
           Praises
           to
           their
           Creator
           ,
           and
           Man
           in
           various
           Tunes
           ,
           sets
           forth
           the
           Glory
           of
           his
           
             Maker
             :
          
           I
           could
           speake
           of
           the
           
             Spherique
             Harmony
             ,
          
           and
           the
           
             generall
             Musick
          
           of
           the
           Creature
           ,
           both
           sensitive
           and
           vegetative
           ,
           whose
           
             tacit
          
           Voyces
           glorifie
           the
           
             Lord
          
           of
           their
           beings
           .
           But
           your
           better
           Knowledge
           (
           Worthy
           Sir
           )
           needs
           no
           illustration
           of
           her
           Excellencies
           from
           me
           ,
           you
           having
           so
           long
           been
           
             Rector
             Chori
             .
          
           Knowing
           therefore
           not
           only
           your
           perfection
           in
           this
           Art
           ,
           but
           your
           Zeale
           to
           defend
           it
           ;
           I
           have
           presumed
           to
           present
           you
           with
           some
           of
           her
           Servants
           
             Endeavours
             ,
          
           not
           snatcht
           up
           at
           randome
           ,
           nor
           catcht
           at
           with
           an
           uncivill
           and
           rude
           hand
           ,
           but
           gathered
           with
           a
           reverend
           and
           carefull
           collection
           ,
           to
           avoyd
           offence
           and
           scandall
           .
           And
           if
           that
           
             Generall
             Good
          
           I
           ayme
           at
           therein
           shall
           acce●d
           my
           wishes
           ,
           (
           being
           the
           Mutuall
           
             Society
          
           of
           Friends
           in
           a
           Modest
           
             Recreation
          
           )
           I
           have
           catch't
           the
           happinesse
           of
           my
           Desires
           ;
           
           so
           being
           enricht
           by
           
             That
             ,
          
           and
           your
           courteous
           patronizing
           of
           
             These
             ,
             You
             and
             I
             'le
             sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   a.
                   
                     3.
                  
                   Voc.
                   
                
                 
                   
                   NOn
                   nobis
                   Domine
                   ,
                   non
                   no-bis
                   ,
                   sed
                   no-mi-ni
                   tu
                   —
                   o
                   da
                   Glori-am
                   ,
                   sed
                   no-mi-ni
                   tu-o
                   da
                   Glo-ri-am
                   .
                   Non
                   no-bis
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Yours
                     ,
                     
                       John
                       Hilton
                       .
                    
                  
                
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
           In
           Praise
           of
           MUSICK
           .
        
         
           〈…〉
           !
           Miraculous
           Rhethorick
           !
           that
           speak'st
           sence
        
         
           〈…〉
           a
           Tongue
           !
           Excellent
           Eloquence
           !
        
         
           〈…〉
           thee
           ,
           in
           wild
           Beasts
           have
           been
           known
           ,
        
         
           〈…〉
           have
           lik'd
           thy
           Notes
           above
           their
           own
           :
        
         
           How
           easie
           might
           thy
           Errours
           be
           excus'd
           ,
        
         
           Wer
           't
           thou
           as
           much
           belov'd
           ,
           as
           
           th'art
           abus'd
           ?
        
         
           Yet
           although
           dull
           soules
           ,
           thy
           Harmony
           disprove
           ,
        
         
           Mine
           ,
           shall
           be
           fixt
           ,
           in
           what
           the
           Angels
           love
           .
        
         
           W.
           D.
           
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           all
           Lovers
           of
           Musick
           .
        
         
           I
           Hold
           it
           needlesse
           to
           boast
           the
           Approbations
           that
           have
           been
           formerly
           given
           by
           Great
           Persons
           ,
           both
           to
           testifie
           and
           augment
           ,
           the
           Life
           and
           Honour
           of
           this
           liberall
           Science
           ,
           the
           earthly
           solace
           of
           mans
           soule
           ;
           and
           in
           particular
           ,
           to
           delights
           of
           this
           Nature
           ,
           such
           as
           you
           shall
           find
           in
           this
           small
           Volumne
           ,
           which
           I
           dare
           stile
           Musicall
           ,
           and
           in
           themselves
           sweet
           and
           harmonious
           ,
           and
           full
           of
           harmelesse
           Recreation
           ,
           and
           to
           all
           that
           love
           and
           understand
           Musick
           ,
           the
           true
           sence
           and
           value
           of
           them
           will
           so
           appeare
           ;
           of
           which
           I
           boast
           not
           ,
           further
           then
           you
           shall
           please
           to
           judge
           .
           As
           for
           the
           Rounds
           ,
           they
           have
           ,
           and
           may
           shift
           for
           themselves
           ;
           so
           might
           the
           Catches
           too
           〈◊〉
           these
           Times
           ,
           when
           
             Catches
          
           and
           
             Catchers
          
           were
           never
           so
           much
           in
           request
           ;
           all
           kind
           of
           
             Catches
          
           are
           abroad
           ;
           
             Catch
             that
             Catch
             may
             ,
             Catch
             that
             Catch
             can
             ,
             Catch
             upon
             Catch
             ,
             〈◊〉
             Caych
             it
             ,
             and
             mine
             Catch
             it
             ;
          
           And
           these
           
             Catches
          
           also
           ,
           which
           I
           have
           now
           published
           by
           importunity
           of
           Friends
           ,
           to
           be
           free
           for
           all
           mens
           catching
           ;
           only
           my
           wishes
           are
           ,
           that
           they
           who
           are
           true
           Catchers
           indeed
           ,
           may
           catch
           ●hem
           for
           their
           delight
           ;
           and
           may
           they
           that
           desire
           to
           learne
           ,
           catch
           them
           for
           their
           Instruction
           :
           But
           let
           those
           that
           catch
           at
           them
           with
           detraction
           (
           as
           that
           is
           a
           catching
           disease
           )
           catch
           only
           the
           fruits
           of
           their
           owne
           Envy
           .
           I
           am
           〈◊〉
           ,
           they
           that
           cannot
           make
           better
           ,
           cannot
           injure
           these
           ,
           which
           your
           favourable
           Acceptance
           may
           make
           good
           to
           him
           that
           is
           your
           Friend
           ,
        
         
           
             JOHN
             HILTON
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           Ad
           Lectorem
           .
        
         
           CAtches
           are
           Catches
           ,
           be
           they
           better
           or
           worse
           ,
        
         
           And
           these
           may
           prove
           hopefull
           if
           not
           spoyl'd
           at
           Nurse
           :
        
         
           It
           's
           therefore
           desired
           if
           any
           doe
           halt
           ,
        
         
           That
           the
           Iudicious
           may
           set
           right
           the
           Fault
           ,
        
         
           In
           time
           by
           this
           meanes
           ,
           they
           may
           walke
           without
           Crutches
           ,
        
         
           And
           merrily
           please
           you
           for
           your
           Charge
           ,
           which
           not
           much
           is
           .
        
      
       
       
         
           A
           Table
           of
           Catches
           and
           Rounds
           in
           this
           Booke
           .
        
         
           
             AS
             there
             be
             three
             blew
             Beanes
             .
             pag.
             3
          
           
             Arme
             ,
             arme
             ,
             for
             our
             Ancient
             Foe
             .
             pag.
             6
          
           
             A
             pox
             on
             the
             Jaylor
             ,
             and
             on
             his
             fat
             Gouls
             .
             pag.
             29
          
           
             A
             Boat
             ,
             a
             Boat
             .
             pag.
             71
          
           
             Aske
             me
             why
             I
             doe
             not
             sing
             .
             pag.
             75
          
           
             Boy
             go
             down
             and
             fill
             the
             other
             quart
             .
             pag.
             90
          
           
             Boy
             go
             up
             and
             see
             what
             makes
             them
             mad
             .
             pag.
             91
          
           
             Come
             let
             us
             all
             a
             Maying
             go
             .
             pag.
             13
          
           
             Call
             
               George
            
             againe
             Boyes
             .
             pag.
             14
          
           
             Come
             ,
             come
             away
             to
             the
             Taverne
             I
             say
             .
             pag.
             15
          
           
             Come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             .
             pag.
             17
          
           
             Come
             my
             hearts
             let
             's
             now
             be
             merry
             .
             pag.
             18
          
           
             Come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             whether
             shall
             I
             follow
             pag.
             22
          
           
             Call
             for
             the
             Ale
             ,
             stand
             or
             fall
             .
             pag.
             33
          
           
             Come
             let
             us
             cast
             the
             Dice
             .
             pag.
             34
          
           
             Come
             follow
             me
             merrily
             Lads
             .
             pag.
             55
          
           
             
               Coridon
            
             thou
             Swain
             ,
             I
             am
             .
             pag.
             61
          
           
             Come
             hither
             
               Tom
            
             and
             make
             up
             three
             .
             pag.
             62
          
           
             Cuckooe
             ,
             go
             neighbour
             help
             us
             .
             pag.
             67
          
           
             Call
             for
             the
             best
             ,
             the
             house
             may
             ring
             .
             pag.
             83
          
           
             Come
             quaffe
             apace
             this
             brisk
             Canary
             Wine
             .
             pag.
             86
          
           
             Come
             pretty
             Maydens
             ,
             what
             is
             't
             you
             buy
             .
             pag.
             87
          
           
             Come
             honest
             Friends
             and
             joviall
             Boyes
             :
             pag.
             88
          
           
             Call
             to
             the
             Parson
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             go
             drink
             .
             pag.
             89
          
           
             Down
             in
             a
             Dungeon
             deep
             .
             pag.
             28
          
           
             Drink
             to
             Night
             if
             the
             Moon
             shines
             .
             pag.
             35
          
           
             Dainty
             fine
             Aniseed
             Water
             ,
             fine
             .
             pag.
             42
          
           
             Ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             bell
             .
             pag.
             66
          
           
             Fill
             me
             my
             Wine
             in
             Christall
             .
             pag.
             74
          
           
             Goose
             Law'd
             with
             Goose
             .
             pag.
             41
          
           
           
             Good
             
               Susan
            
             be
             as
             secret
             .
             pag.
             68
          
           
             Good
             
               Symon
            
             how
             comes
             it
             your
             Nose
             looks
             so
             red
             .
             pag.
             84
          
           
             Here
             is
             an
             old
             ground
             .
             pag.
             8
          
           
             Here
             lies
             a
             woman
             ,
             who
             can
             deny
             it
             .
             pag.
             32
          
           
             Hang
             sorrow
             and
             cast
             away
             care
             .
             pag.
             39
          
           
             Have
             you
             observ'd
             the
             Wench
             in
             the
             street
             .
             pag.
             54
          
           
             Have
             you
             any
             worke
             for
             a
             Tinker
             .
             pag.
             56
          
           
             How
             merrily
             looks
             the
             man
             that
             hath
             Gold
             .
             pag.
             57
          
           
             Here
             dwels
             a
             pretty
             Maid
             .
             pag.
             63
          
           
             He
             that
             reads
             this
             Verse
             .
             pag.
             72
          
           
             Hey
             hoe
             ,
             hearts
             delight
             .
             pag.
             79
          
           
             H●
             we
             to
             the
             other
             World
             .
             pag.
             93
          
           
             Hey
             hoe
             ,
             behold
             I
             will
             shew
             .
             pag.
             96
          
           
             Horse
             to
             trot
             ,
             I
             say
             .
             
               ib.
            
          
           
             
               Jenny
            
             she
             smiles
             on
             me
             .
             pag.
             4
          
           
             I
             poore
             and
             well
             ,
             thou
             rich
             and
             ill
             .
             pag.
             11
          
           
             If
             you
             will
             drinke
             for
             pleasure
             .
             pag.
             21
          
           
             I
             le
             go
             with
             thee
             my
             sweet
             
               Peggy
               .
            
             pag.
             26
          
           
             If
             we
             will
             drink
             Canary
             .
             pag.
             33
          
           
             I
             'le
             tell
             you
             of
             a
             Matter
             .
             pag.
             42
          
           
             I
             have
             lov'd
             the
             jolly
             Tankard
             .
             Mr.
             
               William
               Bird
               .
            
             pag.
             70
          
           
             If
             thou
             art
             my
             honest
             Friend
             .
             pag.
             73
          
           
             If
             any
             so
             wise
             is
             ,
             that
             Sack
             he
             despises
             .
             pag.
             82
          
           
             Let
             
               Symons
            
             Beard
             alone
             .
             pag.
             20
          
           
             Let
             's
             cast
             away
             care
             ,
             and
             merrily
             sing
             .
             pag.
             37
          
           
             Love
             in
             thy
             youth
             ,
             faire
             Mayd
             be
             wise
             .
             pag.
             69
          
           
             Me
             thinks
             that
             I
             do
             heare
             .
             pag.
             9
          
           
             Mongst
             all
             those
             pretious
             juces
             .
             pag.
             10
          
           
             Mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             't
             is
             that
             only
             can
             .
             pag.
             45
          
           
             My
             Mistresse
             will
             not
             be
             content
             .
             pag.
             49
          
           
             My
             Lady
             and
             her
             Mayd
             upon
             a
             merry
             pin
             .
             pag.
             64
          
           
             March
             bravely
             on
             Boyes
             .
             pag.
             80
          
           
             Now
             that
             the
             Spring
             .
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
             pag.
             1
          
           
             Never
             let
             a
             man
             take
             heavily
             ,
             the
             .
             pag.
             38
          
           
             Now
             I
             am
             married
             ,
             Sir
             
               John
            
             I
             'le
             not
             curse
             .
             pag.
             72
          
           
             Now
             my
             Lads
             ,
             now
             my
             Lads
             .
             pag.
             77
          
           
             Now
             we
             are
             met
             ,
             let
             's
             merry
             be
             ,
             in
             three
             Parts
             .
             pag.
             94
          
           
             O
             Ale
             
               ab
               Alend●
               .
            
             pag.
             5
          
           
             O
             
               Tom
               Bowles
               .
            
             pag.
             19
          
           
             O
             yes
             ,
             O
             yes
             ,
             if
             there
             be
             any
             .
             pag.
             24
          
           
             O
             
               Hick
            
             and
             
               Stephen
               .
            
             pag.
             58
          
           
           
             O
             the
             wily
             ,
             wily
             Fox
             .
             pag.
             59
          
           
             Pratty
             
               Naun
               ,
            
             bony
             
               Naun
               .
            
             pag.
             25
          
           
             Prepare
             your
             hearts
             for
             mirth
             .
             pag.
             47
          
           
             She
             that
             will
             eat
             her
             breakfast
             in
             .
             pag.
             23
          
           
             See
             how
             in
             gathering
             of
             their
             May
             .
             pag.
             36
          
           
             Shew
             a
             Roome
             ,
             shew
             a
             Roome
             .
             pag.
             44
          
           
             Society
             the
             life
             of
             man
             .
             pag.
             48
          
           
             Stand
             still
             and
             listen
             if
             you
             heare
             with
             me
             .
             pag.
             93
          
           
             Turne
             
               Amarillis
               .
            
             pag.
             2
          
           
             The
             pretty
             Larke
             clyming
             .
             pag.
             19
          
           
             There
             was
             an
             old
             man
             at
             Waltham
             Crosse
             .
             pag.
             31
          
           
             The
             Wise
             men
             were
             but
             seaven
             .
             pag.
             40
          
           
             This
             chirping
             Glasse
             ,
             let
             no
             good
             fellow
             .
             pag.
             52
          
           
             This
             Geere
             goes
             hard
             .
             pag.
             53
          
           
             'T
             is
             
               Amarillis
            
             walking
             all
             alone
             pag.
             65
          
           
             The
             Silver
             Swan
             ,
             who
             living
             .
             pag.
             76
          
           
             The
             bravest
             of
             Souldiers
             is
             the
             valiant
             Drinker
             .
             pag.
             92
          
           
             Welcome
             honest
             friend
             from
             East
             and
             West
             .
             pag.
             12
          
           
             We
             three
             
               Wills
            
             will
             drinke
             our
             fills
             .
             pag.
             16
          
           
             Welcome
             Patients
             ,
             Doctour
             tell
             .
             pag.
             25
          
           
             What
             shall
             he
             have
             that
             kills
             the
             Deere
             .
             pag.
             30
          
           
             What
             are
             we
             met
             ▪
             come
             let
             's
             see
             .
             pag.
             46
          
           
             Will
             you
             buy
             a
             new
             merry
             Booke
             .
             pag.
             50
          
           
             
               We's
               au
               be
               dy
               wi
               dinking
               .
            
             pag.
             77
          
           
             Wilt
             thou
             lend
             me
             thy
             Mare
             .
             pag.
             78
          
           
             Wars
             are
             our
             delight
             .
             pag.
             81
          
           
             When
             ever
             I
             marry
             I
             'le
             marry
             a
             Mayd
             .
             pag.
             85
          
           
             You
             merry
             Poets
             old
             Boyes
             pag.
             7
          
           
             Yonder
             he
             goes
             takes
             Cornes
             .
             pag.
             60
          
        
      
       
         
           A
           Table
           of
           the
           Sacred
           
             Hymns
          
           and
           
             Canons
          
           in
           the
           latter
           Part
           of
           this
           Booke
           .
        
         
           
             ALas
             poore
             heart
             .
             pag.
             108
          
           
             Arise
             and
             fall
             downe
             flat
             .
             pag.
             112
          
           
             
               Beati
               qui
               ad
               Coenam
               .
            
             pag.
             99
          
           
             Blesse
             them
             that
             curse
             you
             .
             pag.
             114
          
           
           
             
               Exaudi
               Domine
               .
            
             pag.
             99
          
           
             
               Gloria
               in
               Excelsis
               Deo.
            
             pag.
             98
          
           
             
               Gloria
               Patri
               .
            
             Mr.
             
               Nelham
               .
            
             pag.
             100
          
           
             
               Gloria
               Patri
               .
            
             Mr.
             
               Ellis
               .
               ib.
            
          
           
             
               Gloria
               Patri
            
             3.
             
               Voc.
            
             Mr.
             
               Deering
               .
            
             pag.
             114
          
           
             
               Gloria
               tribuatur
               Deo.
            
             3.
             
               Voc.
            
             Mr.
             
               Brewer
               .
            
             pag.
             116
          
           
             
               Gloria
               Patri
               .
            
             3.
             
               Voc.
            
             Mr.
             
               Barnwell
               .
            
             pag.
             118
          
           
             
               Gloria
               Patri
               .
            
             3
             
               Voc.
            
             Mr.
             
               Heardson
               .
            
             pag.
             120
          
           
             Haste
             thee
             O
             Lord
             .
             pag.
             101
          
           
             
               In
               te
               Domine
               .
            
             pag.
             79
          
           
             I
             am
             so
             weary
             of
             this
             lingring
             griefe
             .
             pag.
             102
          
           
             I
             wept
             and
             chastned
             my selfe
             .
             pag.
             103
          
           
             I
             charge
             ye
             O
             Daughters
             of
             Jerusalem
             .
             pag.
             105
          
           
             I
             am
             so
             weary
             of
             my
             groaning
             .
             pag.
             108
          
           
             
               Laudate
               Jehovam
               .
            
             pag.
             98
          
           
             Looke
             downe
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             and
             pitty
             .
             pag.
             110
          
           
             Looke
             downe
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             upon
             my
             bed
             rid
             soule
             .
             pag.
             111
          
           
             Let
             Musick
             be
             thy
             sweetest
             .
             
               ib.
            
          
           
             Let
             me
             sleep
             this
             Night
             .
             pag.
             109
          
           
             Lift
             up
             your
             hearts
             .
             
               ib.
            
          
           
             My
             soule
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             shall
             trust
             .
             pag.
             105
          
           
             
               Non
               nobis
               Domine
               .
            
             pag.
             97
          
           
             
               Ora
               &
               Labora
               .
            
             pag.
             99
          
           
             
               Omne
               bonum
               .
               ib.
            
          
           
             O
             Lord
             I
             lift
             my
             heart
             to
             thee
             .
             pag.
             102
          
           
             O
             
               Absolon
               ,
            
             my
             son
             .
             pag.
             103
          
           
             O
             that
             my
             head
             were
             waters
             .
             pag.
             104
          
           
             O
             Lord
             Almighty
             .
             pag.
             106
          
           
             O
             pray
             for
             the
             peace
             of
             Jerusalem
             .
             pag.
             108
          
           
             Prostrate
             on
             my
             knees
             O
             Lord
             .
             pag.
             112
          
           
             Praise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             O
             ye
             servants
             .
             pag.
             113
          
           
             Praise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             O
             my
             soule
             .
             pag.
             122
          
           
             
               Regi
               Regis
               .
            
             pag.
             98
          
           
             She
             weepeth
             sore
             in
             the
             night
             .
             pag.
             107
          
           
             Sweet
             Jesu
             Christ
             thy
             Church
             keep
             .
             pag.
             113
          
           
             The
             sorrows
             of
             my
             heart
             .
             pag.
             106
          
           
             Thus
             saith
             the
             Preacher
             ,
             all
             is
             vanity
             .
             pag.
             107
          
           
             
               Vt
               Relevet
               miserum
               Fatum
               .
            
             pag.
             111
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             NOw
             that
             the
             Spring
             hath
             fild
             our
             veins
             with
             kind
             &
             active
             fire
             ,
             &
             made
             green
             liveries
             for
             the
             Plains
             ,
             &
             eve-ry
             Grove
             a
             Quire
             .
             Sing
             we
             this
             song
             with
             mirth
             &
             merry
             glee
             ,
             and
             
               Bacchus
            
             crown
             the
             bowle
             ,
             and
             here
             's
             to
             thee
             ,
             &
             thou
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             eve— ry
             ry
             thirsty
             soule
             .
             Share
             sheep
             that
             have
             them
             cry
             we
             still
             ,
             but
             see
             that
             none
             escape
             to
             take
             of
             the
             Sherry
             that
             make
             us
             so
             merry
             ,
             and
             plump
             as
             the
             lusty
             Grape
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             TUrne
             
               Amarillis
            
             to
             thy
             Swaine
             ,
             thy
             
               Damon
            
             calls
             thee
             back
             againe
             .
             Here
             is
             a
             pretty
             ,
             pretty
             pretty
             ,
             Arbor
             by
             ,
             where
             
               Apollo
               ,
            
             where
             
               Apollo
               ,
            
             cannot
             spy
             :
             there
             le
             ts
             sit
             ,
             and
             whilst
             I
             play
             ,
             sing
             to
             my
             pipe
             a
             round
             delay
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             AS
             there
             be
             three
             blew
             Beans
             in
             a
             blew
             Bladder
             ,
             and
             thrice
             three
             rounds
             in
             a
             long
             Ladder
             :
             As
             there
             be
             three
             nooks
             in
             a
             corner
             Cap
             ,
             and
             three
             corners
             and
             one
             in
             a
             Map
             :
             Ev'n
             so
             like
             unto
             these
             ,
             there
             be
             three
             Uni-versities
             ,
             Oxford
             ,
             Cambridge
             ,
             and
             James
             .
             As
             there
             be
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             
               IEnny
            
             she
             now
             smiles
             on
             me
             ,
             poore
             
               Willy
            
             kens
             no where
             to
             be
             ;
             for
             now
             my
             joy
             mounts
             high
             up
             to
             the
             starry
             sky
             ,
             but
             one
             frown
             coming
             from
             her
             angry
             eye
             ,
             tumbles
             me
             down
             ,
             tumbles
             me
             down
             ,
             alack
             poor
             
               Willy
               ,
            
             there
             lig
             I.
             
               Jenny
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             O
             Ale
             
               ab
               Alendo
               ,
            
             thou
             Liquor
             of
             life
             ,
             would
             I
             had
             a
             mouth
             as
             big
             as
             a
             Whale
             ;
             but
             mine
             is
             too
             little
             to
             sound
             the
             least
             tittle
             ,
             that
             belongs
             to
             the
             praise
             of
             a
             Pot
             of
             good
             Ale
             :
             although
             it
             will
             never
             be
             as
             big
             as
             I
             wish
             ,
             yet
             still
             I
             le
             endeavour
             to
             drink
             like
             a
             Fish
             .
             O
             Ale
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             ARm
             ,
             arm
             ,
             arm
             ,
             arm
             ,
             for
             our
             antient
             Foe
             ,
             clad
             in
             frost
             and
             snow
             ,
             cold
             Winter
             now
             appears
             :
             Here
             is
             Wine
             and
             fire
             ,
             on
             then
             brave
             boys
             ,
             this
             will
             make
             him
             retire
             ,
             if
             he
             dare
             come
             near
             ;
             trust
             to
             Sack
             ,
             not
             steele
             ,
             what
             though
             it
             makes
             you
             Ree
             —
             le
             .
             twittle
             ,
             twattle
             ,
             fills
             another
             pottle
             .
             Arme
             ,
             arme
             ,
             arme
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             YOur
             merry
             Poets
             old
             boys
             of
             
               Aganippes
            
             wel
             ,
             ful
             many
             tales
             have
             told
             boys
             ,
             whose
             liquor
             doth
             excell
             ,
             and
             how
             that
             place
             was
             haunted
             by
             those
             that
             lov'd
             good
             Wine
             ,
             who
             tippl'd
             there
             and
             chaunted
             ,
             &
             chaunted
             amongst
             the
             Muses
             nine
             ,
             where
             still
             they
             cri'd
             ,
             drinke
             cleere
             boyes
             ,
             and
             you
             shall
             quickly
             ,
             quickly
             ,
             know
             it
             ,
             that
             't
             is
             not
             lowzy
             Beere
             boyes
             ,
             but
             Wine
             that
             makes
             a
             Po-et
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEre
             is
             an
             old
             ground
             ,
             here
             is
             an
             old
             ground
             :
             If
             right
             it
             be
             sung
             't
             will
             prove
             a
             round
             ;
             then
             hold
             it
             true
             
               Dick
               ,
            
             and
             sing
             your
             notes
             quick
             ,
             quick
             for
             you
             'l
             finde
             a
             crafty
             trick
             ,
             therefore
             sing
             your
             Notes
             quick
             ,
             hold
             true
             your
             prick
             ,
             then
             merrily
             we
             will
             agree
             ,
             three
             parts
             in
             Uni-ty
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             ME
             thinkes
             that
             I
             doe
             heare
             the
             voyce
             of
             
               Chantecleer
               ,
            
             the
             day
             begins
             to
             peepe
             ,
             a-rise
             my
             Deare
             ,
             Come
             a-way
             ,
             come
             ,
             come
             away
             ,
             come
             ,
             come
             away
             ,
             make
             no
             delay
             ,
             
               Apollo
            
             rideth
             post
             ,
             my
             love
             is
             almost
             lost
             ,
             a-lasse
             ,
             alack
             ,
             and
             well
             a
             day
             ,
             was
             ever
             man
             thus
             crost
             ?
             Me
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             MOngst
             all
             those
             pretious
             juces
             afforded
             for
             our
             uses
             ,
             ther
             's
             none
             to
             be
             compar'd
             with
             Sack
             ,
             for
             the
             body
             or
             the
             mind
             ,
             no
             such
             Phisick
             you
             shall
             find
             ;
             therefore
             see
             boy
             wee
             doe
             not
             lack
             :
             Wouldst
             thou
             hit
             a
             lofty
             straine
             ,
             with
             this
             liquor
             warme
             thy
             braine
             ,
             and
             thou
             Swaine
             shalt
             sing
             as
             sweet
             as
             
               Sidney
            
             ;
             Or
             wouldst
             thou
             laugh
             and
             be
             fat
             ,
             there
             's
             not
             any
             like
             to
             that
             ,
             to
             make
             
               Jack
            
             Sprat
             a
             man
             of
             Kidney
             .
             
             
             It
             is
             the
             soule
             of
             mirth
             to
             poore
             mortalls
             upon
             earth
             :
             It
             will
             make
             a
             Coward
             bold
             as
             
               Hector
            
             ;
             Nay
             I
             
             wager
             durst
             a
             Peece
             ,
             that
             those
             merry
             God
             of
             
               Greece
               ,
            
             dranke
             old
             Sack
             and
             cal'd
             it
             
               Nector
               .
            
             Mongst
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             I
             Poore
             and
             well
             ,
             thou
             rich
             and
             ill
             ,
             give
             me
             my
             health
             :
             O
             't
             is
             a
             Jewell
             ,
             take
             thou
             thy
             wealth
             and
             buy
             the
             fewell
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WElcome
             ,
             welcome
             ,
             honest
             Friends
             from
             East
             and
             West
             ,
             that
             in
             this
             loving
             round
             thus
             sweetly
             move
             ,
             sweetly
             ,
             sweetly
             move
             :
             Though
             he
             that
             made
             this
             Song
             deserves
             it
             best
             ,
             yet
             all
             are
             welcome
             ,
             welcome
             ,
             here
             ,
             that
             Musick
             love
             ,
             that
             Musick
             ,
             Musick
             love
             :
             But
             if
             a-ny
             here
             doth
             Mu
             —
             sick
             hate
             ,
             Musick
             hate
             ,
             wo'd
             hornes
             or
             Asses
             ears
             ,
             Asses
             ears
             grew
             to
             his
             pate
             ,
             Asses
             ears
             grew
             to
             his
             pate
             .
             Welcome
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Maying
             Catch
             .
          
           
             
             COme
             let
             us
             all
             a
             Maying
             go
             ,
             and
             lightly
             ,
             and
             lighly
             trip
             it
             too
             and
             fro
             :
             the
             Bells
             shall
             ring
             a
             ,
             the
             Bells
             shall
             ring
             ,
             and
             the
             Cuckoo
             ,
             the
             Cuckoo
             ,
             the
             Cuckoo
             sing
             ,
             the
             Drums
             shall
             beat
             ,
             the
             Fife
             shall
             play
             ,
             and
             so
             wee
             'l
             spend
             our
             time
             a-way
             .
             Come
             let
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             CAll
             
               George
            
             againe
             boy
             ,
             call
             
               George
            
             againe
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             love
             of
             
               Bacchus
            
             call
             
               George
            
             a-gaine
             .
             
               George
            
             is
             a
             good
             boy
             and
             drawes
             us
             good
             Wine
             ,
             then
             fill
             us
             more
             Clarret
             our
             wits
             to
             refine
             .
             
               George
            
             is
             a
             brave
             Lad
             ,
             and
             an
             honest
             man
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             know
             him
             ,
             he
             dwels
             at
             the
             Swan
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             ,
             come
             away
             ,
             to
             the
             Taverne
             I
             say
             ,
             for
             now
             at
             home
             't
             is
             washing
             day
             ,
             leave
             your
             pritle
             pratle
             ,
             and
             fill
             us
             a
             pottle
             ,
             you
             are
             not
             so
             wise
             as
             
               Ar-ist
               —
               ot-le
               .
            
             Drawer
             come
             away
             ,
             let
             's
             make
             it
             holy
             day
             ,
             a-non
             ,
             anon
             ,
             anon
             ,
             sir
             ,
             what
             is
             't
             you
             say
             ?
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WE
             three
             
               Wills
               ,
            
             will
             drink
             our
             fills
             ,
             the
             Doctors
             pills
             ,
             cures
             not
             more
             ills
             ,
             then
             doth
             Call
             
               George
            
             up
             ,
             give
             him
             his
             cup
             ,
             't
             is
             but
             a
             sup
             ,
             
               George
            
             take
             it
             up
             ,
             now
             give
             your
             Sack
             ,
             it
             purges
             well
             the
             belly
             ,
             and
             strengtheneth
             the
             back
             .
             it
             
               Jack
               ,
            
             it
             purges
             well
             the
             belly
             ,
             and
             strengtheneth
             the
             back
             .
             
               Will
            
             boy
             ,
             swill
             boy
             ,
             the
             ground
             ,
             the
             ground
             ,
             the
             ground
             ,
             runs
             round
             ,
             fill
             boy
             ,
             till
             boy
             ,
             Turns
             Ro
             —
             und
             ,
             like
             a
             M
             —
             ill
             boy
             ,
             like
             a
             Mill
             boy
             ,
             good
             boy
             .
             We
             three
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             follow
             ,
             follow
             mee
             ,
             come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             mee
             ,
             and
             we
             will
             to
             the
             Taverne
             go
             with
             mirth
             and
             merry
             glee
             :
             wee
             'l
             each
             man
             take
             his
             Cup
             ,
             what
             ever
             us
             be-fall
             ,
             and
             we
             will
             drinke
             all
             up
             ,
             all
             up
             ,
             and
             for
             another
             call
             :
             then
             let
             us
             merry
             be
             ,
             be
             merry
             my
             noble
             hearts
             ,
             for
             a
             cup
             of
             old
             Sherry
             will
             make
             us
             merry
             ,
             and
             wee
             'l
             sing
             well
             our
             parts
             .
             Come
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             my
             hearts
             le
             ts
             now
             be
             merry
             ,
             laugh
             and
             sing
             ,
             and
             drinke
             old
             Sherry
             ,
             with
             a
             hey
             down
             a
             derry
             ,
             with
             a
             hey
             down
             ,
             hey
             down
             derry
             ,
             with
             a
             hey
             ,
             with
             a
             hoe
             ,
             with
             a
             hey
             down
             ,
             down
             ,
             down
             derry
             ,
             with
             a
             hey
             down
             derry
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THe
             pretty
             Larke
             climing
             the
             welkin
             cleer
             ,
             chaunts
             with
             a
             cheer
             ,
             heer
             ,
             peer
             ,
             I
             neer
             my
             deer
             ,
             then
             fall-ing
             thence
             ,
             her
             fall
             she
             seems
             to
             rue
             ,
             a
             due
             ,
             she
             saith
             ,
             a
             due
             deer
             ,
             deer
             ,
             a
             due
             ,
             a
             due
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             OTom
             
               Bouls
               ,
               Tom
               Bouls
               ,
            
             seest
             thou
             not
             how
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             mer-re
             —
             ly
             :
             Ah
             how
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             ,
             merrely
             :
             Ah
             this
             good
             ,
             good
             ,
             good
             ,
             good
             ,
             good
             ,
             Ale
             trowles
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             LEt
             
               Symons
            
             beard
             alone
             ,
             alone
             ,
             let
             
               Symons
            
             beard
             a-lone
             ,
             't
             is
             no
             disgrace
             to
             
               Symons
            
             face
             ,
             for
             hee
             had
             never
             one
             :
             then
             mock
             not
             ,
             nor
             scoffe
             not
             ,
             nor
             jeere
             not
             ,
             nor
             fleere
             not
             ,
             but
             ra
             —
             ther
             him
             be-moane
             .
             Let
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             IF
             you
             will
             drinke
             for
             pleasure
             ,
             let
             each
             man
             take
             off
             his
             measure
             ,
             a
             pint
             and
             bee
             gone
             ,
             is
             enough
             for
             one
             ,
             to
             drinke
             and
             pay
             of
             his
             treasure
             ,
             but
             if
             more
             he
             wil
             call
             ,
             let
             that
             ,
             let
             that
             man
             pay
             for
             all
             .
             If
             you
             will
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             mee
             ,
             whither
             shall
             I
             follow
             ,
             fol-low
             ,
             follow
             ,
             whither
             shall
             I
             follow
             ,
             follow
             thee
             ?
             to
             the
             Gallow
             ,
             gallow
             ,
             gallow
             ,
             to
             the
             gal
             —
             low
             ,
             gallow
             tree
          
           
             
               Wee
               have
               oft
               been
               Rogues
               together
               ,
            
             
               Now
               we
               must
               hang
               'twixt
               winde
               and
               weather
               :
            
             
               We
               have
               oft
               time
               nipt
               a
               Bung
               boy
            
             
               Neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               in
               a
               throng
               boy
               ,
            
             
               Neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               neatly
               ,
               in
               a
               throng
               boy
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             SHe
             that
             will
             eate
             her
             breakfast
             in
             her
             bed
             ,
             and
             spend
             the
             morn
             in
             dressi-ng
             of
             her
             head
             ,
             and
             sit
             at
             dinner
             like
             a
             Mayden
             Bride
             ,
             and
             nothing
             doe
             all
             day
             ,
             but
             talk
             of
             pride
             :
             
               Jove
            
             of
             his
             mercy
             may
             doe
             much
             to
             save
             her
             ,
             but
             what
             a
             case
             is
             he
             in
             that
             shall
             have
             her
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             O
             Yes
             ,
             O
             yes
             ,
             O
             yes
             .
             If
             there
             be
             any
             man
             can
             tell
             wher
             's
             the
             best
             wine
             ,
             at
             Dog
             ,
             Sun
             ,
             or
             Bell
             ,
             let
             him
             come
             unto
             the
             Crier
             ,
             quickly
             come
             ,
             come
             quickly
             satisfie
             my
             desire
             :
             this
             washy
             beer
             lies
             heer
             ,
             in
             my
             stomack
             every where
             ,
             come
             ,
             come
             ,
             let
             's
             away
             to
             the
             Tavern
             I
             say
             a
             cup
             of
             rich
             Ca-nary
             ,
             will
             make
             my
             heart
             full
             merry
             ,
             come
             quickly
             sa-tis-fie
             my
             desire
             .
             O
             yes
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
               
            
             Parts
             in
             two
             .
             A
             Dialogue
             Catch
             between
             two
             Doctours
             ,
             and
             their
             Patients
             .
          
           
             
               Doctors
               .
            
             
             Welcome
             Patients
             ,
             how
             affected
             ,
             how
             affected
             :
             Oh
             it
             's
             a
             Feaver
             ,
             drink
             or
             dy
             ,
             or
             dy
             .
             Welcome
             ,
             &c
             
               Patients
               .
            
             
             Doctor
             tel
             what
             wil
             make
             a
             sick
             man
             wel
             ,
             hot
             &
             dry
             :
             O
             it
             's
             a
             Feaver
             ,
             drink
             or
             dy
             ,
             drink
             or
             dy
             .
             Doctor
             tel
             ,
             &c
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             PRatty
             
               Naun
               ,
            
             bony
             
               Naun
               ,
            
             const
             thoo
             leuf
             an
             Aude
             man
             ,
             aged
             with
             griefe
             ,
             neen
             but
             thoo
             const
             gif
             reliefe
             ,
             pratty
             
               Naun
               ,
            
             lettl
             bony
             
               Naun
               ,
            
             foncy
             ma
             yf
             thoo
             con
             .
             Pratty
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Northern
             Catch
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Se
             goe
             with
             thee
             my
             sweet
             
               Peggy
               ,
            
             my
             Honny
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             thous
             be
             welcome
             to
             me
             with
             thy
             mony
             ,
             sing
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ▪
             then
             strike
             it
             up
             Piper
             ,
             let
             's
             ha'
             een
             a
             spring
             gid-feth
             sir
             ,
             and
             that
             you's
             ha
             ,
             hey
             ding
             ,
             hey
             ding
             .
             Brase
             your
             Tabour
             ,
             whilst
             we
             labour
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             harke
             how
             the
             Drone
             ,
             be
             —
             low
             a-lone
             doth
             Hum
             ,
             
             
             whilst
             my
             pigs
             ney
             cries
             fie
             ,
             fie
             ,
             fie
             ,
             fie
             ,
             I
             say
             no
             more
             but
             mum
             .
             Thou
             and
             I
             will
             foot
             it
             
               Joe
               ,
            
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             and
             what
             w'eel
             doe
             neene
             shall
             know
             ,
             but
             taste
             the
             Juce
             of
             Bar-ly
             ,
             wee
             'l
             sport
             all
             night
             for
             
             our
             delight
             ,
             and
             home
             in
             the
             morning
             early
             .
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             DOwne
             in
             a
             Dungeon
             deepe
             ,
             I
             heard
             a
             fearfull
             ,
             fearfull
             noice
             ,
             the
             Prisoners
             could
             not
             sleep
             ,
             there
             were
             such
             Ro
             —
             ring
             boyes
             ,
             they
             cri'd
             aloud
             ,
             some
             To-bac-co
             and
             Sacko
             ,
             Sacko
             ,
             quickly
             ,
             quickly
             ,
             quickly
             ,
             quick-ly
             ,
             quickly
             boyes
             .
             Down
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             A
             Pox
             on
             the
             Jalor
             ,
             and
             on
             his
             fat
             Goales
             ,
             ther
             's
             liberty
             lies
             in
             the
             bottome
             of
             Bowles
             :
             A
             Fig
             for
             the
             Raskall
             ,
             what
             e're
             he
             can
             do
             ,
             his
             Dungeons
             are
             deepe
             ,
             so
             are
             our
             Cups
             too
             :
             then
             drink
             we
             a
             health
             in
             dispight
             of
             our
             foes
             ,
             and
             make
             our
             cold
             Irons
             cry
             clink
             in
             the
             close
             .
             A
             ,
             &c
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WHat
             shall
             hee
             have
             that
             kil'd
             the
             Deere
             ,
             his
             leather
             skin
             and
             horns
             to
             wear
             ,
             take
             you
             no
             scorn
             to
             wear
             a
             horn
             ,
             it
             was
             a
             creast
             e're
             thou
             was
             borne
             ,
             thy
             fathers
             father
             bore
             it
             ,
             and
             thy
             father
             wore
             it
             ,
             the
             horn
             ,
             the
             horn
             ,
             the
             lusty
             horne
             is
             not
             a
             thing
             to
             laugh
             to
             scorne
             .
             What
             shall
             hee
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Catch
             within
             a
             Catch
             .
          
           
             
             THere
             was
             an
             old
             man
             at
             Walton
             crosse
             ,
             who
             merrily
             sung
             when
             he
             liv'd
             by
             the
             losse
             ,
             hey
             tro-ly
             ,
             lo
             —
             ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             ,
             hey
             tro-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             :
             He
             never
             was
             heard
             to
             sigh
             a
             hey
             ho
             ,
             but
             sent
             it
             out
             with
             a
             hey
             tro-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             ly
             ,
             lo
             ,
             hey
             tro
             ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             .
             He
             chear'd
             up
             his
             heart
             when
             his
             goods
             went
             to
             wrack
             ,
             with
             a
             hem
             ,
             boys
             ,
             hem
             ,
             &
             a
             cup
             of
             old
             sack
             ,
             hey
             tro-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             ,
             hey
             tro-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo-ly
             ,
             lo
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEre
             lies
             a
             woman
             ,
             who
             can
             deny
             it
             ,
             she
             dyed
             in
             peace
             ,
             though
             lived
             unquiet
             :
             Her
             husband
             prays
             ,
             if
             o're
             her
             grave
             you
             walk
             ,
             you
             would
             tread
             soft
             ,
             you
             would
             tread
             soft
             ;
             for
             if
             she
             wake
             ,
             for
             if
             she
             wake
             ,
             she
             'l
             talk
             ,
             tread
             soft
             ,
             for
             if
             she
             wake
             she
             'l
             talk
             .
             Here
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             IF
             you
             wil
             drink
             Canary
             at
             the
             Paul
             head
             ,
             let
             's
             meet
             old
             
               Harry
            
             ther
             's
             wine
             that
             will
             fright
             from
             the
             fearfull
             spright
             ,
             the
             heavy
             cares
             of
             night
             ,
             't
             is
             such
             as
             above
             they
             sip
             from
             the
             Palme
             of
             
               Jove
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             CAll
             for
             the
             Ale
             stand
             or
             fall
             ,
             we
             'le
             drink
             a
             health
             to
             the
             Fat-man
             ,
             I
             would
             it
             were
             in
             Sack
             ,
             though
             mony
             we
             lack
             ,
             fill
             us
             to'ther
             Pot-man
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             let
             us
             cast
             the
             Dice
             who
             shal
             drink
             ,
             mine
             is
             
               twelve
               ,
            
             and
             his
             
               sice
               sink
               ,
               six
            
             and
             
               foure
            
             is
             thine
             ,
             and
             he
             threw
             
               nine
            
             :
             Come
             away
             
               sinke
               tray
               ,
               sice
               ace
            
             faire
             play
             ,
             
               quater
               dewce
            
             is
             your
             throw
             Sir
             ,
             
               quater
               ace
               ,
            
             they
             run
             low
             Sir
             ,
             two
             
               dewces
            
             I
             see
             ,
             
               dewce
               ace
            
             is
             but
             three
             .
             Oh
             where
             is
             the
             wine
             ,
             come
             fill
             up
             his
             Glasse
             ,
             for
             heere
             is
             the
             man
             hath
             thrown
             
               Ams
               Ace
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             DRink
             tonight
             of
             the
             Moon-shine
             bright
             ,
             and
             marke
             upon
             her
             border
             ,
             some
             Rites
             to
             be
             done
             to
             
               Phebus
            
             the
             Sun
             ,
             in
             trim
             and
             comely
             order
             :
             first
             that
             appear
             ,
             are
             the
             Priests
             of
             the
             year
             ,
             with
             their
             Sencors
             full
             of
             Wine
             ,
             then
             
               Cintha
            
             bright
             in
             all
             her
             light
             ,
             the
             Godess
             most
             Divine
             :
             And
             as
             they
             passe
             they
             drink
             and
             sing
             ,
             all
             health
             and
             praise
             to
             
               Apollo
            
             their
             King
             ,
             all
             health
             and
             praise
             to
             
               Apollo
            
             their
             King
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             SEe
             how
             in
             gathering
             of
             their
             May
             ,
             each
             Lad
             and
             Lasse
             do
             kisse
             and
             play
             ,
             do
             kisse
             loves
             hole
             ,
             &
             play
             with
             loves
             hole
             ,
             do
             kisse
             and
             play
             ,
             do
             kisse
             and
             play
             ,
             each
             thing
             doth
             smile
             as
             it
             would
             say
             ,
             this
             is
             loves
             hole
             ,
             loves
             Holyday
             ,
             loves
             hole
             doe
             kisse
             ,
             and
             play
             with
             loves
             hole
             ,
             loves
             hole
             ,
             loves
             Holyday
             ,
             &
             while
             loves
             kindly
             fires
             doe
             sting
             ,
             hark
             
               Philomell
            
             doth
             sweetly
             sing
             ,
             sweet
             ,
             sweet
             ,
             sweet
             ,
             sweet
             ,
             sweet
             ,
             doth
             sweetly
             sing
             .
             See
             ,
             &c
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             LE
             ts
             cast
             away
             care
             ,
             and
             merrily
             sing
             ,
             there
             is
             a
             time
             for
             every
             thing
             :
             he
             that
             playes
             at
             his
             work
             ,
             or
             works
             in
             his
             play
             ,
             neither
             keeps
             working
             ▪
             nor
             yet
             Holy-day
             :
             set
             bu— si-nesse
             si-nesse
             aside
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             be
             merry
             ,
             and
             drown
             our
             dry
             thoughs
             in
             Ca-na
             ry
             and
             Sherry
             .
             Let
             's
             cast
             .
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             NEver
             let
             a
             man
             take
             heavily
             the
             clamour
             of
             his
             wife
             ,
             but
             be
             rul'd
             by
             me
             ,
             and
             lead
             a
             merry
             life
             ,
             let
             her
             have
             her
             will
             in
             ev'ry
             thing
             ,
             if
             she
             scolds
             ,
             then
             laugh
             and
             sing
             hey
             derry
             ,
             derry
             ,
             derry
             ding
             .
             Never
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HAng
             sorrow
             and
             cast
             away
             care
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             drink
             up
             our
             Sack
             :
             They
             say
             't
             is
             good
             to
             cherish
             the
             blood
             ,
             and
             for
             to
             strengthen
             the
             back
             :
             't
             is
             wine
             that
             makes
             the
             thoughts
             aspire
             ,
             and
             fills
             the
             body
             with
             heat
             ,
             besides
             't
             is
             good
             ,
             if
             well
             understood
             ,
             to
             fit
             a
             man
             for
             the
             feat
             :
             then
             call
             and
             drinke
             up
             all
             ,
             the
             Drawer
             is
             ready
             to
             fill
             ,
             a
             pox
             of
             care
             ,
             what
             need
             we
             to
             spare
             ,
             my
             father
             hath
             made
             his
             Will
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THe
             Wise
             men
             were
             but
             seaven
             ,
             nee'r
             more
             shall
             be
             for
             mee
             .
             The
             Muses
             were
             but
             nine
             .
             The
             Worthies
             three
             times
             three
             .
             And
             three
             merry
             boyes
             ,
             and
             three
             merry
             boyes
             ,
             and
             three
             merry
             boyes
             are
             wee
             .
             The
             Wise
             men
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               The
               Vertues
               they
               were
               seven
               ,
               and
               three
               the
               greater
               bee
               ;
            
             
               The
               
                 Caesars
              
               they
               were
               twelve
               ,
               and
               the
               fatall
               Sisters
               three
               .
            
             
               And
               three
               merry
               Girles
               ,
               and
               three
               merry
               Girles
               are
               wee
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             
               GOose
            
             Law'd
             with
             
               Goose
            
             for
             Cosin
             
               Ganders
            
             Land
             ,
             and
             
               Fox
            
             the
             Lawyer
             tooke
             the
             Cause
             in
             hand
             .
             Term
             being
             ended
             ,
             Judgement
             did
             proceed
             ,
             like
             Fooles
             they
             met
             ,
             &
             Beggers
             they
             agreed
             :
             Then
             to
             dig
             ,
             and
             delve
             ,
             and
             plough
             ,
             both
             went
             ,
             to
             get
             by
             paine
             what
             Idly
             they
             had
             spent
             .
             
               Goose
            
             law'd
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             DAinty
             fine
             A-niseed
             water
             fine
             ,
             dainty
             content
             and
             your
             mony
             againe
             :
             See
             ,
             here
             comes
             
               Robin
            
             Hermophradite
             ,
             hot
             Waters
             he
             cries
             for
             his
             delight
             :
             he
             got
             a
             Child
             of
             a
             Maid
             ,
             and
             yet
             is
             no
             man
             ,
             was
             got
             with
             child
             by
             a
             man
             ,
             and
             is
             no
             woman
             .
             Dainty
             fine
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Will.
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             I
             Le
             tel
             you
             of
             a
             mat-ter
             ,
             if
             that
             you
             'l
             be
             content
             of
             a
             man
             that
             provok't
             his
             Maid
             to
             break
             
             
             the
             Commandement
             .
             At
             first
             she
             was
             not
             willing
             ,
             for
             shame
             to
             do
             the
             same
             ,
             for
             twenty
             shillings
             ,
             I
             vow
             
             quoth
             she
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             wrong
             my
             Dame
             :
             Thy
             Dame's
             a
             good
             old
             woman
             ,
             but
             taketh
             no
             delight
             ,
             for
             a
             
             man
             that
             lieth
             by
             her
             side
             ,
             must
             not
             touch
             her
             all
             the
             night
             .
             I
             'le
             tell
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               She
               's
               troubled
               with
               the
               Cramp
               ,
            
             
               Her
               Crupper
               bone
               is
               lame
               ,
            
             
               But
               the
               Maid
               cries
               out
               ,
               pish
               ,
               fie
               ,
               away
               ,
            
             
               You
               must
               not
               wrong
               my
               Dame
               .
            
             
               As
               soone
               as
               he
               had
               done
               it
               ,
            
             
               He
               tooke
               her
               in
               his
               arme
               ,
            
             
               My
               Hony
               ,
               my
               Love
               ,
               my
               turtle
               Dove
               ,
            
             
               Have
               I
               done
               you
               any
               harme
               ?
            
             
               Have
               I
               done
               you
               any
               hurt
               ?
            
             
               Hast
               thou
               done
               any
               shame
               ?
            
             
               We
               might
               have
               done
               thrice
               as
               much
               .
            
             
               And
               never
               have
               wrong'd
               thy
               Dame
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Willam
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             SHew
             a
             Roome
             ,
             shew
             a
             Roome
             ,
             shew
             a
             Roome
             ,
             heer
             's
             a
             Knot
             of
             good
             fellows
             are
             come
             that
             mean
             for
             to
             be
             merry
             ,
             with
             Clarret
             and
             with
             Sherry
             ,
             each
             man
             to
             mirth
             him-selfe
             disposes
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             Reckning
             tell
             Noses
             ,
             give
             the
             red
             nose
             some
             white
             ,
             and
             the
             pale
             nose
             some
             Clarret
             ,
             but
             the
             nose
             that
             lookes
             Blew
             ,
             give
             him
             a
             cup
             of
             Sack
             ,
             't
             wil
             mend
             his
             hew
             .
             Shew
             a
             Roome
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             MO
             —
             ny
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             't
             is
             that
             only
             can
             give
             life
             to
             the
             soule
             of
             a
             man
             ,
             what
             though
             some
             men
             of
             vaine
             beliefe
             ,
             do
             other
             ayd
             ,
             wish
             and
             implore
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             mony
             ,
             is
             the
             chiefe
             ,
             give
             me
             but
             that
             I
             aske
             no
             more
             .
             Mony
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WHat
             are
             we
             met
             ,
             come
             le
             ts
             see
             if
             here
             's
             enough
             to
             sing
             this
             glee
             ,
             look
             about
             ,
             count
             your
             number
             ,
             singing
             will
             keep
             us
             from
             crazy
             slumber
             ,
             1.2
             .
             and
             3.
             so
             many
             there
             be
             that
             can
             sing
             ,
             the
             rest
             for
             wine
             may
             ring
             ,
             here
             is
             
               Tom
               Jack
            
             &
             
               Harry
               ,
            
             sing
             away
             &
             do
             not
             tarry
             ,
             merrily
             now
             le
             ts
             sing
             ,
             carous
             &
             tiple
             ,
             here
             's
             Bristow
             milk
             com
             suck
             this
             niple
             ,
             ther
             's
             a
             fault
             sir
             ,
             never
             halt
             sir
             before
             a
             Criple
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             PRepare
             your
             hearts
             for
             mirth
             ,
             chant
             clear-ly
             as
             we
             may
             ,
             this
             is
             the
             Muses
             birth
             ,
             let
             us
             make
             Holy-day
             :
             See
             here
             they
             all
             are
             come
             no
             man
             shews
             discontent
             ,
             but
             lively
             fill
             the
             room
             with
             honest
             mer-ri-ment
             ,
             that
             the
             sweet
             Muses
             nine
             may
             know
             ,
             and
             plainly
             see
             ,
             our
             offrings
             at
             the
             Shrine
             is
             Love
             and
             Harmony
             .
             Prepare
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             SO
             —
             cie
             —
             ty
             the
             life
             of
             man
             ,
             mer-ri-ly
             let
             every
             one
             take
             his
             
               Can
               ,
            
             't
             is
             a
             health
             to
             each
             mans
             happinesse
             ,
             or
             if
             you
             please
             to
             your
             
               Mistresse
            
             :
             Then
             drink
             about
             and
             make
             no
             
               Noice
               ,
            
             pay
             for
             what
             we
             call
             ,
             and
             still
             be
             pretious
             boyes
             .
             Society
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             MY
             Mistresse
             will
             not
             be
             content
             to
             take
             a
             jape
             ,
             a
             jape
             ,
             a
             jape
             ,
             as
             
               Chaucer
            
             meant
             ,
             but
             following
             still
             the
             womans
             fashion
             ,
             allowes
             it
             ,
             allowes
             it
             of
             the
             new
             trans-slation
             :
             Nor
             with
             the
             word
             she
             'l
             not
             dispence
             ,
             and
             yet
             ,
             and
             yet
             ,
             and
             yet
             ,
             and
             yet
             I
             know
             she
             loves
             the
             sence
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WIll
             you
             buy
             a
             New
             merry
             Booke
             ,
             or
             a
             dolefull
             Ditty
             ,
             then
             looke
             ,
             here
             's
             a
             proper
             Ballet
             ,
             most
             fit
             for
             the
             pallet
             of
             a
             chamber-maid
             that
             was
             over
             laid
             ,
             which
             shee
             ●u'th
             ,
             't
             is
             cal'd
             a
             warning
             for
             youth
             :
             he
             tooke
             her
             'bout
             the
             middle
             so
             small
             ,
             he
             threw
             her
             downe
             ,
             but
             that
             was
             not
             all
             ,
             I
             should
             howl
             out-right
             ,
             to
             tel
             of
             the
             rest
             ,
             how
             this
             poor-a
             maid
             was
             over
             prest
             ,
             therefore
             
             
             quickly
             come
             and
             buy
             ,
             and
             read
             for
             your
             penny
             ,
             come
             my
             hearts
             ,
             't
             is
             as
             good
             a
             Bargain
             as
             e're
             you
             had
             a
             -
             
             ny
             :
             heer
             's
             no
             Sussex
             Serpent
             to
             fright
             you
             here
             in
             my
             Bundle
             ,
             nor
             was
             it
             e-ver
             Printed
             for
             the
             Widdow
             
             
               Trundle
               .
            
             Will
             you
             ,
             &c.
             
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THis
             chirping
             glasse
             ,
             let
             no
             good
             fellow
             passe
             ,
             but
             take
             it
             and
             shake
             it
             ,
             and
             never
             for-sake
             it
             ,
             to
             thee
             ,
             for
             I
             doe
             think
             thou'lt
             take
             thy
             drink
             ,
             what
             man
             already
             doe
             you
             be-gin
             to
             shrinke
             ,
             stand
             but
             this
             bout
             ,
             and
             drink
             it
             out
             ,
             alasse
             it
             will
             not
             be
             I
             see
             ,
             he
             's
             slaine
             ,
             give
             him
             a
             cup
             of
             rich
             Ca-na-ry
             ,
             't
             wil
             make
             him
             rise
             againe
             ,
             no
             ,
             't
             is
             in
             vaine
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             bell
             ,
             thus
             we
             ring
             his
             
             
             Knell
             ,
             by
             the
             force
             of
             old
             Ca
             —
             na
             —
             ry
             he
             fell
             ,
             so
             Blade
             farewell
             .
             This
             ,
             &c
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THis
             geere
             goes
             hard
             ,
             't
             is
             almost
             mar'd
             ,
             't
             is
             driv'n
             so
             like
             a
             Cart
             ,
             't
             is
             good
             in
             sight
             ,
             then
             sing
             it
             right
             ,
             or
             else
             you
             lose
             the
             other
             quart
             :
             I
             'le
             ne'r
             go
             out
             ,
             but
             sing
             it
             right
             three
             times
             about
             ,
             and
             friendly
             part
             .
             This
             geere
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HAve
             you
             observ'd
             the
             
               Wench
            
             in
             the
             street
             ,
             she
             's
             scarce
             any
             Hose
             or
             Shooes
             to
             her
             feet
             ,
             yet
             she
             is
             ve-ry
             merry
             ,
             and
             when
             she
             cries
             she
             
               sings
               ,
            
             I
             ha'
             hot
             
               Codlins
               ,
            
             hot
             
               Codlins
               ,
            
             or
             have
             you
             e-ver
             seene
             or
             heard
             the
             mortall
             with
             a
             
               Lyon
               Tawny
            
             beard
             ,
             he
             lives
             as
             merrily
             as
             a-ny
             heart
             can
             wish
             ,
             and
             still
             he
             cries
             ,
             buy
             a
             
               Brish
               ,
            
             buy
             a
             
               Brish
               ,
            
             since
             these
             are
             merry
             ,
             why
             should
             we
             take
             care
             ,
             Musitions
             
             
             like
             Camelians
             must
             live
             by
             the
             Ayre
             :
             then
             let
             's
             be
             Blith
             and
             bonny
             ,
             and
             no
             good
             meeting
             Baulk
             ,
             for
             when
             we
             
             have
             no
             mo-ny
             ,
             we
             shall
             finde
             Chalk
             .
             Have
             you
             observ'd
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             follow
             me
             merrily
             ,
             merrily
             ,
             Lads
             ,
             come
             follow
             me
             merrily
             ,
             ah
             ,
             and
             we
             wil
             sing
             sol
             ,
             fa
             ,
             fa
             ,
             sol
             ,
             fa
             ,
             fa
             ,
             fa
             ,
             sol
             ,
             sol
             ,
             fa
             ,
             put
             sol
             before
             la
             ,
             and
             fa
             af-ter
             me
             ,
             sol
             ,
             la
             ,
             me
             ,
             fa
             ,
             me
             ,
             la
             ,
             me
             ,
             fa
             .
             Come
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HAve
             you
             any
             worke
             for
             a
             Tinker
             Mistris
             ,
             old
             Brasse
             old
             Pots
             ,
             or
             Ketles
             ,
             I
             'le
             mend
             them
             all
             with
             a
             Tink
             ,
             terry
             tink
             ,
             and
             never
             hurt
             your
             Mettles
             :
             First
             let
             me
             have
             but
             a
             touch
             of
             your
             Ale
             ,
             't
             will
             steele
             me'gainst
             cold
             weather
             ,
             or
             Tinkers
             Frees
             or
             Vintners
             Lees
             ,
             or
             Tobaco
             chuse
             you
             whether
             :
             But
             of
             your
             Ale
             ,
             your
             nappy
             Ale
             ,
             I
             would
             I
             had
             a
             Ferkin
             ;
             for
             I
             am
             old
             ,
             and
             ve-ry
             ,
             ve-ry
             cold
             ,
             and
             never
             weare
             a
             Jer-kin
             .
             Have
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HOw
             mer
             —
             ri-ly
             looks
             the
             man
             that
             hath
             Gold
             ,
             he
             seemeth
             but
             twenty
             ,
             though
             three-score
             years
             old
             ?
             How
             nimble
             the
             Bee
             that
             flieth
             about
             and
             gathereth
             hony
             within
             and
             without
             ?
             But
             men
             without
             mony
             ,
             and
             Bees
             without
             hony
             ,
             are
             nothing
             better
             then
             Drones
             ,
             Drones
             .
             How
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             OHick
             and
             
               Stephen
            
             you
             'r
             welcome
             hither
             ,
             let
             Neighbours
             Children
             hold
             to-gether
             :
             if
             thou
             dost
             love
             mee
             ,
             as
             I
             doe
             love
             thee
             ,
             how
             well
             shall
             we
             love
             one
             a-nother
             :
             Then
             let
             's
             be
             merry
             and
             drink
             about
             ,
             and
             never
             part
             till
             all
             be
             out
             .
             O
             
               Hick
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             O
             The
             wily
             ,
             wily
             Fox
             ,
             with
             his
             many
             wily
             mocks
             ,
             wee
             'l
             earth
             him
             if
             you
             'l
             but
             follow
             ,
             and
             when
             that
             we
             have
             don
             't
             ,
             to
             conclude
             this
             merry
             haunt
             ,
             let
             us
             roundly
             whoope
             and
             hollow
             ,
             prethee
             drink
             ,
             prethee
             drink
             ,
             prethee
             ,
             prethee
             ,
             prethee
             drink
             ,
             that
             the
             Hunters
             may
             follow
             .
             O
             the
             ,
             &c
             ,
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             YOnder
             he
             goes
             takes
             Corns
             from
             your
             Toes
             ,
             cures
             the
             Gout
             and
             all
             woes
             ,
             call
             him
             hi-ther
             ,
             his
             skill
             I
             will
             try
             ,
             before
             he
             passe
             by
             ,
             or
             sure
             I
             shall
             dy
             this
             weather
             :
             the
             re-ports
             of
             your
             fame
             sir
             ,
             calls
             you
             againe
             sir
             ;
             shew
             your
             skill
             ,
             or
             shame
             your
             face
             ever
             .
             Yonder
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             
               COridon
               ,
            
             thou
             Swain
             ,
             I
             am
             thy
             lovely
             
               Phillis
               ,
            
             my
             love
             runs
             down
             amain
             to
             drink
             to
             thee
             my
             will
             is
             :
             once
             again
             fils
             a
             quart
             of
             Sack
             boy
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             be
             full
             merry
             ,
             for
             now
             my
             very
             back
             boy
             ,
             with
             drinking
             of
             old
             Sherry
             ,
             begins
             to
             crack
             boy
             :
             so
             
               Coridon
            
             my
             love
             ,
             thy
             
               Phillis
            
             bids
             adue
             ,
             till
             Powers
             from
             above
             do
             grant
             thee
             a
             new
             kind
             Turtle
             Dove
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             hither
             
               Tom
               ,
            
             and
             make
             up
             three
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             with
             me
             ,
             though
             the
             tune
             be
             old
             ,
             I
             dare
             be
             bold
             ,
             't
             is
             good
             if
             we
             all
             agree
             :
             So
             now
             comes
             in
             my
             noble
             
               Jack
               ,
            
             keep
             time
             upon
             his
             back
             ,
             if
             he
             misse
             ,
             I
             doe
             swear
             ,
             I
             'le
             pull
             him
             by
             the
             ear
             ,
             un-till
             I
             doe
             heare
             it
             crack
             :
             now
             listen
             to
             the
             Basse
             ,
             for
             he
             will
             us
             disgrace
             ;
             I
             feare
             the
             lout
             will
             first
             be
             out
             ,
             he
             makes
             such
             an
             ugly
             face
             .
             Come
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Cranford
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEre
             dwells
             a
             pretty
             Mayd
             ,
             whose
             name
             is
             
               Sis
               ,
            
             you
             may
             come
             in
             and
             kisse
             :
             Her
             hole
             ,
             her
             hole
             ,
             her
             hole
             ,
             her
             whole
             estate
             is
             seventeen
             pence
             a
             yeare
             ,
             yet
             you
             may
             kisse
             ,
             you
             may
             kisse
             ,
             you
             may
             kisse
             ,
             you
             may
             kisse
             her
             ,
             if
             you
             come
             but
             neare
             .
             Here
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Cranford
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             MY
             La-dy
             and
             her
             Mayd
             up-on
             a
             merry
             pin
             ,
             they
             made
             a
             match
             at
             farting
             ,
             who
             should
             the
             wager
             win
             .
             
               Jone
            
             lights
             three
             Candles
             then
             ▪
             and
             sets
             them
             bolt
             upright
             ,
             with
             the
             first
             fart
             she
             blew
             them
             out
             ,
             with
             the
             next
             she
             gave
             them
             light
             .
             In
             comes
             my
             La-dy
             then
             with
             all
             her
             might
             and
             maine
             ,
             and
             blew
             them
             out
             ,
             and
             in
             ,
             and
             out
             ,
             and
             in
             ,
             and
             out
             againe
             .
             My
             La-dy
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Ellis
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             T
             Is
             
               Amarillis
            
             walking
             all
             a
             —
             lone
             ,
             in
             her
             Garden
             making
             moan
             ,
             in
             her
             Gar
             —
             den
             making
             moan
             for
             her
             
               Cor-ridon
               ,
            
             that
             left
             her
             in
             the
             Grove
             dy
             —
             ing
             for
             love
             ,
             like
             a
             poore
             di
             —
             stress-ed
             Dove
             ,
             and
             then
             she
             with
             sighs
             and
             sobs
             ,
             and
             grievous
             groans
             ,
             sayd
             farewel
             most
             sweet
             ,
             but
             un-kind
             
               Corri-don
               .
            
             'T
             is
             
               Amarillis
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Brewer
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             TIng
             ,
             ting
             .
             DIng
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             bell
             :
             Ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             bell
             :
             Oh
             cru-ell
             Death
             ,
             that
             stopt
             the
             breath
             of
             him
             I
             lov'd
             so
             well
             ;
             a
             lack
             and
             well
             a
             —
             way
             ,
             T
             is
             a
             heavy
             day
             ,
             as
             e— ver
             us
             befell
             :
             then
             for
             his
             sake
             ,
             some
             order
             let
             us
             take
             ,
             that
             we
             may
             ring
             his
             Knell
             :
             Ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             bell
             :
             Ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             ding
             ,
             dong
             ,
             bell
             :
             Hark
             ,
             hark
             ,
             I
             heare
             the
             Bel-man
             
             
             near
             ,
             I
             heare
             the
             bell
             come
             tinging
             ;
             goe
             Bel-man
             on
             before
             ,
             and
             stand
             at
             the
             door
             ,
             for
             now
             the
             Corse
             is
             
             bringing
             ;
             make
             ready
             all
             anon
             ,
             that
             we
             may
             be
             gone
             ,
             for
             all
             the
             Bels
             are
             ringing
             ,
             Ding
             ,
             dong
             .
             Ding
             ▪
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Stoner
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             CUckooe
             ,
             go
             Neighbours
             helpe
             us
             to
             hedge
             in
             the
             Cuckoo
             ,
             keep
             ,
             keep
             ,
             keep
             ,
             O
             keep
             in
             the
             Cuckooe
             .
             Cuckooe
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             GOod
             
               Susan
            
             be
             as
             secret
             as
             you
             can
             ,
             you
             know
             your
             Master
             is
             a
             jealous
             man
             ;
             though
             thou
             and
             I
             doe
             mean
             no
             hurt
             ,
             or
             ill
             ,
             yet
             men
             take
             women
             in
             the
             worst
             sence
             still
             :
             and
             fear
             of
             horns
             more
             griefe
             in
             hearts
             hath
             bred
             ,
             then
             wearing
             horns
             doth
             hurt
             a
             Cuckolds
             head
             .
             Good
             
               Susan
               ,
            
             &c
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             LOve
             in
             thy
             youth
             fair
             Maid
             ,
             be
             wise
             ,
             old
             Time
             wil
             make
             thee
             colder
             ,
             and
             though
             each
             morning
             new
             arise
             ,
             yet
             we
             each
             day
             grow
             colder
             :
             thou
             as
             heav'n
             art
             faire
             ,
             and
             yong
             ,
             thine
             eyes
             like
             twin
             stars
             shining
             .
             yet
             ere
             another
             day
             be
             sprung
             ,
             all
             these
             will
             be
             de-clining
             .
             Then
             Winter
             comes
             with
             all
             his
             fears
             ,
             and
             all
             thy
             sweets
             ,
             thy
             sweets
             will
             borrow
             ,
             too
             late
             then
             wilt
             thou
             shower
             thy
             tears
             ,
             &
             I
             too
             late
             shall
             sorrow
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             
               COme
               drink
               to
               mee
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               drink
               to
               thee
               ,
               to
               thee
               ,
               and
               then
               shall
               wee
               full
               well
               agree
               .
            
             I
             have
             lov'd
             the
             jolly
             tankard
             ful
             seven
             winters
             ,
             &
             more
             :
             I
             lov'd
             it
             so
             long
             till
             that
             I
             went
             upon
             the
             score
             .
             He
             that
             loves
             not
             the
             tankard
             ,
             is
             no
             honest
             man
             ,
             jj
             And
             he
             is
             no
             right
             soldier
             that
             loves
             not
             the
             can
             .
             Tap
             the
             canikin
             ,
             toss
             the
             canikin
             ,
             trole
             the
             canikin
             ,
             turn
             the
             canikin
             .
             Hold
             good
             son
             ,
             and
             fill
             us
             a
             fresh
             can
             ,
             that
             we
             may
             quaffe
             
             
             it
             round
             about
             from
             man
             to
             man
             ,
             
               Come
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             A
             Boat
             ,
             a
             Boat
             ,
             haste
             to
             the
             Ferry
             ,
             for
             wee
             'l
             goe
             o-ver
             to
             be
             merry
             ,
             to
             laugh
             and
             sing
             and
             drink
             old
             Sherry
             .
             A
             Boat
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Jenkins
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             NOw
             I
             am
             marri'd
             ,
             Sir
             
               John
            
             I
             'le
             not
             curse
             :
             he
             joins
             us
             together
             for
             better
             for
             worse
             ;
             but
             if
             I
             were
             single
             ,
             I
             tell
             you
             plain
             ,
             I
             would
             be
             ad-vis'd
             ,
             e're
             I
             marri'd
             againe
             .
             Now
             I
             am
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEe
             that
             reads
             this
             verse
             now
             ,
             perhaps
             may
             have
             a
             lowring
             Sow
             ,
             whose
             looks
             are
             nothing
             neare
             so
             bad
             ,
             as
             is
             her
             tongue
             that
             makes
             him
             mad
             .
             Hee
             that
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             IF
             thou
             art
             my
             honest
             friend
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             and
             we
             will
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             and
             we
             will
             sing
             this
             Catch
             to
             the
             end
             ,
             with
             mirth
             and
             merry
             glee
             ,
             with
             mirth
             and
             merry
             glee
             :
             But
             the
             third
             part
             comes
             in
             ,
             what
             shall
             I
             doe
             then
             ?
             Take
             thy
             Liquor
             off
             ,
             and
             be
             —
             gin
             agen
             .
             If
             thou
             art
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               To
               be
               sung
               with
               foure
               Voyces
               ,
               the
               fourth
               Voyce
               ,
               coming
               in
               ,
               at
               take
               thy
               Liquor
               off
               ,
               and
               begin
               againe
               ,
               and
               so
               round
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             FIll
             me
             my
             Wine
             in
             Christall
             ,
             thus
             ,
             and
             thus
             ,
             I
             see
             't
             in
             's
             
               pu-ris
               na●tu
               —
               ra
               —
               li-bus
            
             un
             -
             mixt
             ,
             I
             love
             to
             have
             it
             smirk
             ,
             smirk
             ,
             smirk
             ,
             and
             shine
             ,
             't
             is
             sin
             I
             know
             ,
             't
             is
             sin
             to
             throt
             —
             tle
             wine
             ,
             what
             road
             man
             's
             he
             ,
             that
             when
             it
             sparkles
             so
             will
             coole
             his
             flames
             ,
             or
             quench
             his
             fires
             with
             snow
             .
             Fill
             me
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             ASke
             me
             why
             I
             doe
             not
             sing
             to
             the
             tension
             of
             the
             string
             as
             I
             did
             ,
             as
             I
             did
             not
             long
             ago
             ,
             when
             my
             numbers
             ,
             when
             my
             numbers
             full
             did
             flow
             :
             Griefe
             (
             ah
             mee
             )
             hath
             struck
             my
             Lute
             ,
             and
             my
             tongue
             ,
             and
             my
             tongue
             at
             one
             time
             mute
             .
             Aske
             me
             .
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Webb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THe
             silver
             Swan
             ,
             who
             living
             had
             no
             Note
             ,
             till
             Death
             approcht
             ,
             unlockt
             her
             silent
             throat
             ,
             leaning
             her
             brest
             against
             the
             Reedy
             Shore
             ,
             thus
             sung
             her
             first
             and
             last
             ,
             and
             sung
             no
             more
             ,
             farewell
             all
             joyes
             .
             Oh
             Death
             come
             close
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             more
             Geese
             then
             Swans
             now
             live
             ,
             more
             fooles
             then
             wise
             .
             The
             silver
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Northern
             Catch
             .
          
           
             
             WEe's
             au
             be
             dy
             wi
             dinking
             ,
             wee's
             au
             be
             dunke
             wi
             d●nking
             ,
             gan
             we
             gang
             on
             as
             we
             begun
             ,
             wée's
             au
             be
             slay
             wi
             dinking
             .
             Wée's
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Henry
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             NOw
             my
             Lads
             ,
             now
             my
             Lads
             ,
             now
             let
             's
             be
             merry
             :
             here
             is
             old
             Charingo
             ,
             Syder
             ,
             and
             Perry
             ;
             then
             let
             us
             dance
             and
             sing
             ,
             hey
             down
             ,
             down
             derry
             .
             Now
             my
             Lads
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Henry
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WIl't
             thou
             lend
             me
             thy
             Mare
             to
             ride
             a
             mile
             ?
             No
             ,
             she
             's
             lame
             going
             over
             a
             Stile
             .
             But
             if
             thou
             wilt
             her
             to
             me
             spare
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             have
             mony
             for
             thy
             Mare
             .
             Oh
             ,
             say
             yee
             so
             ,
             say
             ye
             so
             ,
             mony
             will
             make
             my
             Mare
             to
             go
             ,
             mony
             will
             make
             my
             Mare
             to
             go
             .
             Wilt
             thou
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEy
             hoe
             ,
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             hearts
             delight
             ,
             strong
             Ale
             is
             good
             in
             Winter
             ;
             doe
             a
             faire
             Maid
             up-on
             a
             Brasse
             Pot
             ,
             and
             the
             Child
             will
             prove
             a
             Tinker
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tera
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tera
             ,
             re-ra
             rink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             ,
             tink
             .
             Hey
             hoe
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Cobb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             MArch
             bravely
             on
             boyes
             ,
             never
             be
             dismayd
             ,
             our
             E-nemies
             are
             gone
             boyes
             ,
             &
             are
             well
             apayd
             ;
             let
             them
             away
             ,
             since
             that
             we
             have
             got
             the
             day
             ,
             we
             have
             time
             for
             to
             drink
             ,
             and
             wash
             the
             brain
             .
             Now
             Soldiers
             come
             below
             ,
             shew
             your
             valour
             here
             ,
             see
             ,
             heer
             's
             Wine
             &
             Beer
             ,
             (
             that
             will
             chear
             )
             come
             boys
             ,
             come
             away
             ,
             drink
             all
             round
             without
             de-lay
             ,
             this
             Liquor
             will
             our
             healths
             maintain
             .
             Beat
             up
             Alarum
             we
             the
             field
             have
             won
             ,
             
             
             sound
             out
             our
             Trumpets
             ,
             Oh
             bravely
             done
             !
             Now
             all
             our
             Foes
             are
             shot
             and
             slaine
             ,
             wee
             'le
             never
             to
             the
             
             Wars
             againe
             .
             March
             bravely
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               6.
               
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WWars
             are
             our
             delight
             ,
             we
             drinke
             as
             we
             fight
             ,
             tarra
             ,
             ra
             ,
             ra
             ,
             ra
             ,
             dub
             a
             dub
             ,
             dub
             a
             dub
             ,
             dub
             ,
             bounce
             ,
             tantarra
             ,
             ran
             ,
             tan
             ,
             tan
             .
             Wars
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             IF
             a
             —
             ny
             so
             wise
             is
             that
             Sack
             he
             dispises
             ,
             let
             him
             drink
             his
             smal
             beer
             and
             be
             so-ber
             ,
             whil'st
             we
             drink
             Sack
             ,
             and
             sing
             as
             if
             it
             were
             Spring
             ,
             he
             shall
             droop
             like
             the
             trees
             in
             Octo-ber
             :
             But
             be
             sure
             o
             —
             ver
             night
             if
             this
             dog
             do
             you
             bite
             ,
             you
             take
             it
             henceforth
             for
             a
             warning
             ,
             soon
             as
             out
             of
             your
             bed
             ,
             to
             settle
             your
             head
             ,
             take
             a
             haire
             of
             his
             tayle
             in
             the
             mor-ning
             ,
             and
             be
             not
             so
             sil-ly
             to
             fol-low
             old
             
               Lilly
               ,
            
             for
             
             
             there
             's
             nothing
             but
             Sack
             that
             can
             tune
             us
             ;
             let
             his
             
               ne-assuescas
            
             be
             put
             in
             his
             cap
             case
             ,
             and
             sing
             
               bi-bi
               —
               to
               vi
               -
               
               -
               num
               Je-ju-nus
               .
            
             If
             a-ny
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Child
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             CAll
             for
             the
             best
             the
             house
             may
             ring
             Sack
             ,
             White
             ,
             &
             Clarret
             :
             Let
             them
             bring
             ,
             and
             drink
             apace
             ,
             &
             drink
             apace
             ,
             while
             breath
             you
             have
             ,
             while
             breath
             you
             have
             ,
             you
             'l
             find
             but
             cold
             drink
             in
             the
             Grave
             .
             Call
             for
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             GOod
             
               Symon
               ,
            
             how
             comes
             it
             your
             nose
             looks
             so
             red
             ,
             and
             your
             cheeks
             and
             lips
             looke
             so
             pale
             :
             Sure
             the
             heat
             of
             the
             Toast
             ,
             your
             nose
             did
             so
             roast
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             both
             sous't
             in
             Ale
             :
             It
             shows
             like
             the
             spire
             of
             
               Pauls
               .
            
             Steeple
             on
             fire
             ,
             each
             Ruby
             darts
             forth
             (
             such
             lightning
             )
             flashes
             ,
             while
             your
             face
             looks
             as
             dead
             ,
             as
             if
             it
             were
             Lead
             and
             cover'd
             all
             o're
             with
             Ashes
             :
             Now
             to
             heighten
             his
             colour
             ,
             yet
             fill
             his
             pot
             ,
             fill
             
             
             his
             pot
             fuller
             ,
             and
             nick
             it
             not
             so
             with
             froth
             :
             Gra
             —
             mercy
             mine
             Host
             ,
             it
             shall
             save
             thee
             a
             Toast
             ,
             sup
             
               Symon
            
             
             for
             here
             is
             good
             Broth·
             Good
             
               Symon
               .
            
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Howes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             WHen
             e
             —
             ver
             I
             marry
             ,
             I
             'le
             marry
             a
             Maid
             ,
             I
             'le
             marry
             a
             Maid
             ,
             for
             Widdows
             are
             wilfull
             ,
             for
             Widdows
             are
             wilfull
             ,
             and
             will
             be
             obey'd
             .
             When
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             quaffe
             apace
             this
             brisk
             Canary
             Wine
             ,
             better
             then
             that
             the
             high
             ,
             the
             high
             priz'd
             
               Lesbyan
            
             Vine
             ,
             or
             fat
             
               Falernum
            
             shows
             ,
             this
             who
             chuses
             ,
             dips
             in
             the
             true
             ,
             true
             Fountain
             of
             the
             Muses
             :
             sinke
             here
             all
             care
             with
             mirth
             wee
             'l
             fill
             the
             Scean
             ,
             and
             like
             mad
             Greekish
             Gods
             pisse
             
               Minta●yne
               .
            
             Come
             quaffe
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             pretty
             Maydens
             ,
             what
             is
             't
             you
             buy
             ?
             See
             what
             is
             't
             you
             lack
             ?
             if
             you
             can
             finde
             a
             Toy
             to
             your
             minde
             ,
             be
             so
             kind
             ,
             view
             the
             Pedlars
             pack
             :
             Here
             be
             Laces
             and
             Masks
             for
             your
             faces
             ,
             Corall
             ,
             Jet
             ,
             and
             Amber
             ,
             Gloves
             made
             of
             thread
             ,
             &
             toys
             for
             your
             head
             ,
             and
             rich
             Perfumes
             for
             a
             La
             —
             dies
             Chamber
             .
             Come
             and
             buy
             ,
             come
             buy
             for
             your
             loving
             Hony
             ,
             some
             pretty
             Toy
             to
             please
             the
             Boy
             ,
             I
             'le
             sell
             it
             you
             worth
             your
             mony
             .
             Come
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Jenkins
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             COme
             honest
             friends
             and
             jo
             —
             viall
             boys
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             merry
             ,
             merri-ly
             jo
             —
             viall
             boys
             and
             honest
             friends
             ,
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             come
             follow
             me
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             and
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             merry
             ,
             merry
             —
             ly
             ,
             honest
             friends
             come
             fol
             -
             
             
             low
             me
             jo-vi
             —
             all
             boys
             ,
             come
             follow
             ,
             follow
             me
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             &
             sing
             this
             Catch
             ,
             sing
             this
             
             Catch
             ,
             merry
             ,
             merri
             —
             ly
             .
             Come
             honest
             friends
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Symon
               Ives
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             CAll
             to
             the
             Parson
             ,
             the
             Parson
             ,
             &
             let
             us
             goe
             drink
             some
             red
             Cowes
             milk
             ,
             ho
             brave
             Boys
             ,
             or
             Sack
             of
             the
             best
             ,
             then
             glide
             to
             the
             Chappel
             of
             rest
             ,
             where
             our
             Song
             shal
             on-ly
             be
             drink
             thou
             to
             mee
             ,
             and
             I
             to
             thee
             ,
             &
             then
             .
          
           
             Dr.
             
               John
               Wilson
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             BOy
             go
             down
             ,
             and
             fill
             the
             tother
             quart
             that
             we
             may
             drink
             the
             Captains
             health
             before
             that
             we
             depart
             ,
             make
             haste
             and
             come
             away
             ,
             for
             here
             we
             must
             not
             stay
             ,
             be
             nimble
             then
             you
             Knave
             wee
             'l
             meet
             another
             day
             ,
             O
             do
             not
             frown
             you
             arrant
             Clown
             ,
             when
             we
             cry
             .
             Boy
             go
             down
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Symon
               Ives
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             BOy
             go
             up
             and
             see
             what
             makes
             them
             mad
             ,
             they
             throw
             my
             stools
             ,
             like
             drunken
             fools
             as
             mony
             none
             they
             had
             ,
             be
             nimble
             then
             ,
             they
             'l
             meet
             another
             day
             ,
             and
             then
             they
             all
             shall
             know
             what
             they
             left
             to
             pay
             :
             Speak
             them
             fair
             thou
             Clown
             ,
             pray
             them
             all
             come
             down
             .
             Boy
             go
             up
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THe
             bravest
             of
             Souldiers
             is
             the
             Va-liant
             drinker
             ,
             he
             never
             was
             shrinker
             that
             did
             line
             his
             Helmet
             with
             rich
             Wine
             ,
             nothing
             harms
             him
             ,
             't
             is
             the
             Fu-ell
             not
             his
             Armour
             ,
             Then
             a
             Cruice
             of
             lusty
             Juice
             .
             Third
             Part.
             Liquor
             charms
             him
             ,
             of
             a
             Du-ell
             ,
             keepes
             him
             warmer
             ,
             then
             a
             Cruice
             of
             lusty
             Juice
             .
             The
             bravest
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             STand
             still
             and
             listen
             if
             you
             hear
             with
             me
             
               Anthony
               Markes
            
             on
             his
             stump
             ,
             I
             sweare
             if
             in
             this
             Vault
             he
             rests
             his
             bones
             ,
             his
             spi-rit
             walks
             &
             charms
             these
             stones
             .
             Stand
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HA
             we
             to
             the
             o-ther
             World
             ,
             where
             't
             is
             thought
             they
             very
             merry
             be
             ,
             there
             the
             man
             in
             the
             Moon
             drinks
             Claret
             ,
             a
             health
             to
             thee
             and
             mee
             .
             Ha
             we
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 CANTUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               NOw
               we
               are
               met
               ,
               let
               's
               merry
               ,
               merry
               bee
               ,
               for
               one
               halfe
               houre
               ,
               with
               mirth
               and
               glee
               ,
               to
               re
               —
               create
               our
               Spirits
               dull
               ,
               let
               's
               laugh
               and
               sing
               our
               bellies
               full
               .
               Now
               we
               are
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               Mr.
               
                 Symon
                 Ives
                 .
              
            
          
           
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 TENOR
                 .
              
            
             
               
               NOw
               we
               are
               met
               let
               's
               merry
               ,
               merry
               bee
               ,
               for
               one
               halfe
               houre
               ,
               with
               mirth
               and
               glee
               ,
               to
               re
               —
               create
               our
               Spi-rits
               dull
               ,
               let
               's
               laugh
               and
               sing
               our
               bellies
               full
               .
               Now
               we
               are
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               Mr.
               
                 Symon
                 Ives
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 BASSUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               NOw
               we
               are
               met
               ,
               let
               's
               merry
               ,
               merry
               bee
               ,
               for
               one
               halfe
               houre
               ,
               with
               mirth
               and
               glee
               to
               re
               —
               cre
               —
               ate
               our
               Spirits
               dull
               ,
               let
               's
               laugh
               and
               sing
               our
               bellies
               full
               .
               Now
               we
               are
            
             
               Mr.
               
                 Symon
                 Ives
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HEy
             hoe
             ,
             behold
             ,
             I
             will
             shew
             a
             Pye
             or
             Par-rate
             ,
             chuse
             you
             whether
             .
             Now
             he
             prattles
             ,
             look
             hoe
             ,
             then
             we
             may
             both
             shake
             hands
             together
             .
             Thou
             pratest
             like
             a
             Cuckooe
             ,
             then
             we
             may
             both
             shake
             hands
             together
             .
             Hey
             hoe
             ,
             behold
             ,
             &c
          
           
             Mr·
             
               Thomas
               Pierce
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             HOrse
             to
             trot
             ,
             to
             trot
             ,
             I
             say
             ,
             Amble
             &
             Amble
             ,
             &
             make
             a
             stay
             ,
             &
             Gallop
             ,
             a
             Gallop
             ,
             a
             Gallop
             away
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Pierce
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
       
         
           Sacred
           
             HYMNS
          
           &
           
             CANONS
             ,
          
           For
           three
           or
           foure
           Voyces
           .
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Cannon
             in
             the
             
               4.
            
             and
             
               8.
            
             below
             .
          
           
             
             NOn
             nobis
             Domine
             ,
             non
             nobis
             ,
             sed
             nomini
             tuo
             da
             Gloriam
             ,
             sed
             \u1D107
             Gloriam
             .
             Non
             ,
             &c.
             Non
             ,
             &
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Cannon
             in
             the
             
               5.
            
             and
             
               9.
            
             rising
             a
             Note
             each
             time
             .
          
           
             
             IN
             te
             Do-mi-ne
             spe
             —
             ra-vi
             .
             In
             te
             ,
             &c.
             In
             te
             ,
             &c.
             In
             te
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               and
               4.
               below
               .
            
          
           
             
             GLoria
             in
             excelsis
             Deo
             ,
             gloria
             in
             exelsis
             Deo
             ,
             gloria
             in
             excel-sis
             Deo
             ,
             in
             ter-ra
             pax
             &
             hominibus
             bona
             voluntas
             ,
             bona
             voluntas
             .
             Gloria
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             William
             Lawes
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             
               4.
            
             and
             
               8.
            
             below
             .
          
           
             
             REgi
             Regis
             ,
             Regi
             Re
             —
             gis
             ,
             Regum
             Ar
             —
             ca
             —
             na
             cano
             Regi
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             Henry
             Lawes
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             LAudate
             Je
             —
             ho
             —
             vam
             omnes
             Gentes
             ,
             quia
             in-ca-les-cit
             er-ga
             nos
             amor
             ejus
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             Henry
             Lawes
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               &
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             BE
             —
             a
             —
             ti
             qui
             ad
             coenam
             nupti
             —
             a
             —
             rum
             ,
             nuptiarum
             Agni
             ,
             vo-ca-ti
             sunt
             ,
             vo-ca-ti
             sunt
             .
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             John
             Cobb
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               above
               ,
               and
               4.
               below
               ,
               rising
               a
               Note
               every
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
             ORa
             &
             la-bo-ra
             .
             Ora
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             John
             Hilton
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               above
               ,
               and
               the
               4.
               below
               ,
               rising
               a
               Note
               every
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
             OMne
             bonum
             De-i
             do
             —
             num
             ,
             do
             —
             num
             .
             Omne
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               M.
            
             J.
             Hilton
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             EXaudi
             Do
             —
             mi
             —
             ne
             ,
             O-ra
             —
             ti-onem
             me
             —
             um
             .
             Exaudi
          
           
             Mr.
             John
             Hilton
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             GLo
             —
             ri
             —
             a
             Patri
             &
             Fi-li
             —
             o
             &
             Spiri
             —
             tu-i
             Sancto
             ,
             si-cut
             e-rat
             in
             princi-pi-o
             ,
             &
             nunc
             ,
             &
             sem
             —
             per
             ,
             &
             in
             se-cu-la
             se
             —
             cu-lo-rum
             ,
             A
             —
             men
             .
             Glo
             —
             ri-a
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             E.
             Nelham
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             GLo-ri-a
             Patri
             &
             Fi-li-o
             &
             Spi-ri-tu-i
             Sancto
             ,
             si-cut
             e-rat
             in
             princi-pi-o
             ,
             &
             nunc
             ,
             &
             sem-per
             ,
             &
             in
             se-cu-la
             se-cu-lo-rum
             ,
             A-men
             ,
             A
             —
             men
             .
             Glori-a
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             Will.
             Ellis
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             HAste
             thee
             O
             Lord
             ,
             make
             haste
             with
             speed
             ,
             and
             help
             me
             in
             this
             time
             of
             need
             ,
             my
             soule
             doth
             sinke
             ,
             my
             forces
             faile
             ,
             my
             wearied
             arms
             cannot
             prevaile
             ,
             the
             waters
             flow
             so
             fast
             ,
             that
             I
             can
             scarcely
             cry
             ,
             help
             me
             O
             Lord
             ,
             help
             me
             O
             Lord
             ,
             or
             else
             I
             drown
             and
             dye
             .
             Haste
             thee
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             I
             Am
             so
             wea-ry
             of
             this
             lingring
             grief
             ,
             some
             speedy
             help
             I
             faint
             and
             dye
             ,
             some
             speedy
             help
             I
             faint
             and
             dye
             ,
             in
             brief
             ,
             to
             live
             and
             languish
             thus
             without
             reliefe
             .
             I
             am
             so
             ,
             &c.
             
             I
             am
             so
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Ford
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             
               5.
            
             below
             the
             
               8.
            
             above
             .
          
           
             
             O
             Lord
             I
             lift
             my
             heart
             to
             thee
             ,
             my
             soule
             in
             thee
             doth
             ever
             trust
             :
             O
             let
             me
             not
             confounded
             but
             make
             me
             righteous
             ,
             but
             make
             me
             righteous
             with
             the
             just
             .
             O
             Lord
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Ford
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             OAbso-lon
             
               ,
            
             O
             
               Ab-solon
               ,
            
             my
             son
             ,
             my
             son
             
               Abso-lon
            
             ;
             O
             
               Absolon
               ,
            
             my
             son
             ,
             my
             son
             ,
             O
             
               Absolon
               ,
            
             my
             son
             ,
             my
             son
             ;
             would
             God
             I
             had
             dy'd
             ,
             would
             God
             I
             had
             dy'd
             ,
             would
             God
             I
             had
             dy'd
             for
             thee
             .
             O
             
               Absolon
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Henry
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Wept
             ,
             &
             chastned
             my selfe
             with
             fasting
             ,
             and
             that
             was
             turn'd
             to
             my
             reproofe
             .
             I
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Henry
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Unison
             .
          
           
             
             OH
             that
             my
             head
             were
             waters
             ,
             and
             mine
             eyes
             a
             fountain
             of
             tears
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             weep
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             weep
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             weep
             day
             and
             night
             for
             the
             slain
             ,
             for
             the
             slain
             of
             the
             Daughters
             ,
             of
             the
             Daughters
             of
             my
             people
             ,
             the
             slain
             of
             the
             Daughters
             of
             my
             people
             .
             Oh
             that
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
          
           
             
             BLesse
             them
             that
             curse
             you
             ,
             do
             good
             to
             them
             that
             hate
             you
             ,
             and
             pray
             for
             them
             that
             hurt
             you
             .
             Blesse
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             I
             Charge
             yee
             O
             Daughters
             of
             Je-ru-sa-lem
             ,
             Je-ru-sa
             —
             lem
             ,
             by
             the
             Roes
             ,
             &
             by
             the
             Hinds
             of
             the
             field
             ,
             the
             field
             ,
             that
             ye
             stir
             not
             up
             ,
             nor
             waken
             my
             Love
             ,
             my
             Love
             un
             —
             till
             shee
             please
             .
             I
             charge
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             MY
             soule
             O
             Lord
             shall
             trust
             in
             thee
             and
             still
             for
             mer
             —
             cy
             cry
             ,
             
               pec
               —
               ca
               —
               vi
               ,
               pec-ca-vi
               ,
               pec-ca
               —
               vi
               ,
               mi
               —
               se
               —
               re
               —
               re
               me
               —
               i
               ,
               mi
               —
               se
               —
               re
               —
               re
               me-i
               .
            
             My
             soule
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             THe
             sorrows
             of
             my
             heart
             are
             inlarged
             :
             O
             ,
             O
             bring
             my
             soule
             out
             off
             trouble
             ;
             looke
             on
             mine
             adversity
             and
             misery
             ,
             and
             forgive
             me
             all
             my
             sins
             .
             The
             sorrows
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Holmes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             O
             Lord
             Almighty
             ▪
             O
             God
             of
             Is
             —
             ra
             —
             el
             ,
             the
             soule
             that
             is
             in
             trou — ble
             ble
             ,
             and
             the
             spirit
             that
             is
             vex
             —
             ed
             ,
             cryeth
             un
             —
             to
             thee
             .
             O
             Lord
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Unison
          
           
             
             SHe
             weepeth
             sore
             in
             the
             night
             ,
             &
             her
             tears
             are
             on
             her
             cheeks
             ,
             her
             Priests
             sighs
             ,
             &
             her
             Virgins
             are
             afflicted
             ,
             and
             a-mong
             all
             her
             Lovers
             shee
             hath
             none
             to
             comfort
             her
             .
             She
             weepeth
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr
             
               William
               Lawes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             THus
             saith
             the
             Preacher
             ,
             all
             is
             Va-ni-ty
             un-der
             the
             Sun
             :
             All
             is
             Va-ni-ty
             ,
             va-ni-ty
             of
             va-ni-ty
             under
             the
             Sun
             ;
             Va-ni-ty
             ,
             all
             is
             va-ni-ty
             of
             va-ni-ty
             under
             the
             Sun
             .
             Thus
             saith
             the
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             Alasse
             poor
             heart
             ,
             troubled
             and
             crost
             ,
             thou
             art
             here
             below
             ,
             vext
             to
             the
             heart
             ,
             and
             tumb
             —
             led
             and
             tost
             thou
             art
             ,
             but
             comfort
             still
             God
             send
             ,
             and
             so
             an
             End
             .
             Alas
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             
               5.
            
             above
             &
             
               4.
            
             below
             ,
             A
             Sembreeffo
             after
             one
             another
             .
          
           
             
             O
             Pray
             for
             the
             peace
             of
             Je-ru-sa-lem
             ,
             they
             shall
             prosper
             that
             love
             thee
             .
             O
             pray
             for
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Cobb
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Am
             weary
             of
             my
             groaning
             ,
             every
             night
             wash
             I
             my
             bed
             and
             water
             my
             Couch
             with
             my
             tears
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             Edmund
             Nelham
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             Mr
             
               W.
               Webb
               .
            
          
           
             
             LEt
             me
             sleepe
             this
             night
             a
             way
             till
             the
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             ,
             till
             the
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             ;
             then
             at
             the
             opening
             of
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             at
             the
             opening
             of
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             I
             and
             all
             the
             world
             shall
             rise
             ,
             I
             and
             all
             the
             world
             shall
             rise
             .
             &c.
             
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             
               5.
            
             and
             
               8.
            
             rest
             a
             Minu●
             ,
             each
             after
             other
             .
             The
             Tenor
             begins
             .
          
           
             
             LIft
             up
             your
             hearts
             and
             rejoyce
             ,
             praise
             the
             Lord
             with
             chearfull
             voice
             ,
             Christ
             our
             Captaine
             and
             our
             Head
             ,
             he
             is
             risen
             from
             the
             dead
             .
             Lift
             ,
             &c.
             
             Lift
             ,
             &c
             ▪
             Lift
             ,
             &c.
             
             Lift
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Symon
               Ives
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             LOok
             down
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             and
             pitty
             ,
             pitty
             my
             distresse
             ,
             heare
             and
             have
             mercy
             ,
             Oh
             re-lease
             ,
             release
             me
             I
             pray
             thee
             from
             my
             griefe
             ,
             and
             send
             me
             now
             at
             last
             reliefe
             ,
             then
             will
             I
             sing
             Ha
             —
             le
             —
             lu-jah
             ,
             Ha-le
             —
             lu-jah
             ,
             Ha
             —
             le
             —
             lu-jah
             ,
             Ha
             —
             le-lu-jah
             ,
             when
             thou
             shalt
             bring
             me
             from
             the
             grave
             ,
             and
             me
             from
             trouble
             save
             ,
             then
             whilst
             I
             live
             ,
             due
             〈◊〉
             I
             'le
             give
             ,
             Ha
             —
             le-lu-jah
             ,
             Ha
             —
             le-lu-jah
             ,
             Ha-lelu
             —
             jah
             .
             Look
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Cobb
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             LOok
             downe
             O
             Lord
             upon
             my
             bed-rid
             soule
             that
             turnes
             ,
             and
             turnes
             ,
             but
             findes
             all
             rests
             con
             —
             troule
             :
             Speake
             Lord
             ,
             thy
             talke
             shall
             make
             me
             rise
             and
             walke
             .
             Looke
             down
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Thomas
               Ford
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               and
               the
               9.
               rising
               a
               Note
               every
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
             LEt
             Musick
             be
             thy
             sweetest
             pleasure
             .
             Let
             Musick
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Smegergill
               ,
               alias
               Caesar
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               5.
               above
               ,
               and
               the
               4
               below
               ,
               rising
               a
               Note
               every
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
             VT
             RElevet
             MIserum
             FAtum
             SOLi-tumque
             LAborem
             .
             VT
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             John
             Hilton
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               4.
            
             Voc.
             
               A
               Canon
               in
               the
               Unison
               .
            
          
           
             
             PRostrate
             on
             my
             knees
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             I
             will
             call
             up-on
             thy
             name
             ear-ly
             in
             the
             morn-ning
             ,
             and
             likewise
             in
             the
             E
             —
             ve-ning
             ,
             still
             prai
             —
             sing
             thee
             ,
             for
             thy
             pow-er
             is
             on
             earth
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             in
             Hea-ven
             ,
             Lord
             be
             thou
             my
             comfort
             ,
             Lord
             be
             thou
             my
             comfort
             .
             Prostrate
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             John
             Hilton
             .
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             Arise
             ,
             &
             fal
             down
             flat
             ,
             &
             quickly
             to
             him
             say
             ,
             I
             am
             thy
             son
             ,
             O
             save
             me
             Lord
             ,
             that
             erst
             did
             go
             astray
             .
             A
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Unison
             .
          
           
             
             SWeet
             Je-su
             Christ
             thy
             Church
             keep
             sound
             ,
             ,
             those
             bloudy
             ,
             bloudy
             E-domits
             to
             con-found
             ,
             that
             cries
             down
             ,
             down
             ,
             down
             ,
             down
             ,
             down
             ,
             down
             with
             it
             to
             the
             ground
             .
             Sweet
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               John
               Hilton
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             
          
           
             
             PRaise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             O
             yee
             servants
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             praise
             the
             name
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             blessed
             be
             the
             name
             of
             the
             Lord
             for
             e
             —
             ver-more
             ,
             Praise
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               William
               Ellis
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 CANTUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-ri-a
               Pa-tri
               &
               Fi-li-o
               &
               Spi-ri-tu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spi-ri-tu-i
               Sanct— o 
               ,
               si-cut
               e-rat
               in
               prin-ci— pi-o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem— per
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               A-men
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               A— men
               ,
               se-cu-lo
               rum
               ,
               A— men
               .
            
             
               Mr.
               Deering
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 TENOR
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-r-i
               Pa-tri
               &
               Fil i-o
               &
               Spiri — tu-i 
               Sanct— o 
               ,
               &
               Spi-ri-tu-i
               Sanct— o
               ,
               si-cut
               e-rat
               in
               prin— ci-pi-o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem— per
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu— lo — rum 
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lo-rum
               ,
               A— men
               ,
               se-cu— lo — rum 
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               Amen
               .
            
             
               Mr.
               Deering
               .
            
          
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 BASSUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLori-a
               Pa
               —
               tri
               &
               Fi-li
               —
               o
               &
               Spi-ritu-i
               San
               —
               cto
               ,
               &
               Spi-ri
               —
               tu-i
               Sancto
               ,
               si-cut
               e
               —
               rat
               in
               prin-cipi
               o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem
               —
               —
               per
               ,
               &
               in
               se
               —
               cu-la
               secu-lo
               —
               rum
               ,
               A
               —
               men
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               seculorum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               se-cu
               —
               lorum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               se
               culorum
               ,
               Amen
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 CANTUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-ri
               —
               a
               tri-bu-a-tur
               Deo
               ,
               tri-bu-a-tur
               Deo
               ,
               tri-bu-a-tur
               De
               —
               o
               ,
               Patri
               laus
               ,
               &
               Fi-li
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               Spiritu-i
               Sanct-o
               ,
               &
               Spiritu-i
               Sancto
               ,
               Spi-ri-tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               Spiri-tu-i
               Sancto
               .
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Thomas
               Brewer
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 TENOR
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLori-a
               tribu-a-tur
               Deo
               ,
               tribu-a-tur
               Deo
               ,
               tribu
               —
               a
               —
               tur
               ,
               tri
               —
               bu-a-tur
               De-o
               ,
               Patri
               laus
               ,
               &
               Fi
               li-o
               ,
               &
               Spiritui
               Sanct-o
               ,
               &
               Spiritui
               Sanct-o
               ,
               &
               Spiritui
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spiritui
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spiritui
               Sancto
               .
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Thomas
               Brewer
               .
            
          
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 BASSUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-ri-a
               tri-bu
               —
               atur
               Deo
               ,
               tri-bu-atur
               De-o
               ,
               De-o
               ,
               Patri
               laus
               ,
               &
               Fi-li-o
               ,
               &
               Spiri-tu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spiritu-i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spi-ri-tu-i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spiritu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               Spiri-tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o.
               
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Thomas
               Brewer
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 CANTUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo
               —
               ri-a
               Pa
               —
               tri
               &
               Fi
               —
               li
               —
               o
               &
               Spiri-tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               sicut
               e-rat
               in
               principi
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem-per
               &
               in
               secu-la
               secu-lorum
               ,
               seculorum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               secu-lorum
               ,
               A
               —
               men
               .
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Barnwell
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 TENOR
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo
               —
               ri-a
               Patri
               &
               Fi-li-o
               &
               Spiri
               —
               tu-i
               Sancto
               ,
               si-cut
               e-rat
               in
               princi-pi-o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               semper
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               A
               —
               men
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               Amen
               .
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Barnwell
               .
            
          
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 BASSUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo
               —
               ri-a
               Pa
               —
               tri
               &
               Fi
               —
               li
               —
               o
               &
               Spi-ri
               —
               tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               si-cut
               e-rat
               in
               princi—pi—o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               semper
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lo-rum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               A
               —
               men
               .
            
             
               
                 Mr.
              
               Barnwell
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 CANTUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-ri-a
               Pa
               —
               tri
               &
               Fi-li
               —
               o
               &
               Spi
               —
               ri
               —
               tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               Spi
               —
               ri-tu-i
               Sanct
               —
               o
               ,
               si-cut
               e
               —
               rat
               in
               princi-pi-o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem
               —
               per
               ,
               &
               in
               se
               —
               cu-la
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu
               lo-rum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lo-rum
               A
               —
               men
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               Amen
               .
            
             
               Mr.
               Tho.
               Heardson
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 TENOR
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLo-ri-a
               Pa
               —
               tri
               &
               Fi-li-o
               &
               Spi-ri-tu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spi-ri
               —
               tu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               si-cut
               erat
               in
               prin-cipi-o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem
               —
               per
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se
               cu
               —
               lorum
               ,
               Amen
               ,
               &
               in
               se-cu-la
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               A-men
               ,
               se-cu-lorum
               ,
               Amen
               .
            
             
               Mr.
               Tho.
               Heardson
               .
            
          
           
             
               a.
               
                 3.
              
               Voc.
               
                 BASSUS
                 .
              
            
             
               
               GLori-a
               Pa-tri
               &
               Fi-li-o
               &
               Spi-ritu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               &
               Spiri-tu
               —
               i
               Sancto
               ,
               si-cut
               e-rat
               in
               prin-ci
               —
               pi
               —
               o
               ,
               &
               nunc
               ,
               &
               sem
               —
               per
               ,
               &
               in
               secu-la
               &
               in
               se
               —
               cula
               seculorū
               ,
               Amē
               ,
               &
               in
               secula
               si
               culorum
               ,
               A-men
               ,
               seculorum
               A-men
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Unison
             .
          
           
             
             PRaise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             O
             my
             soule
             ,
             whilst
             I
             live
             ,
             whilst
             I
             live
             ,
             will
             I
             praise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             yea
             as
             long
             as
             I
             have
             a-ny
             beeing
             ,
             yea
             as
             long
             as
             I
             have
             a-ny
             beeing
             ,
             I
             will
             sing
             praises
             ,
             I
             will
             sing
             praises
             un
             —
             to
             my
             God
             ,
             I
             will
             sing
             praises
             un-to
             my
             God
             .
             Praise
             the
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Edmund
               Nelham
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             a.
             
               3.
            
             Voc.
             A
             Canon
             in
             the
             Vnison
             .
          
           
             
             HA-le-lu-jah
             ,
             Ha-le
             —
             lu-jah
             ,
             Hale-lujah
             ,
             Ha-le
             —
             lu
             —
             jah
             .
             Ha-le-lu-jah
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               Mr.
            
             John
             Cobb
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           Errata's
           of
           the
           Notes
           and
           other
           mistakes
           in
           this
           Booke
           ,
           are
           heere
           marked
           with
           this
           Character
           ˘
           overhead
           ,
           and
           the
           Page
           and
           Line
           set
           downe
           where
           they
           are
           ,
           the
           which
           you
           are
           desired
           to
           mend
           with
           your
           Pen
           .
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 26.
                 
                   l.
                
                 4.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Droan
                 be-&c
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 31.
                 
                   l.
                
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 
                 But
                 sent
                 it
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 89.
                 
                   l.
                
                 3.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Red
                 Cows
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 102.
                 
                 
                   Set
                   the
                   Moniter
                   here
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 O
                 Lord
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 105.
                 
                   l.
                
                 1.
                 
              
               
                 
                 O
                 Daughters
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 105.
                 
                   l.
                
                 4.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Pec
                 —
                 ca
                 —
                 vi
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 111.
                 
                 
                   Set
                   the
                   Moniter
                   here
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 Turns
                 ,
                 &
                 c·
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 111.
                 
                   l.
                
                 4.
                 
              
               
                 
                 La
                 —
                 bo-rem
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Page
                
                 115.
                 
                   l.
                
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Sem
                 —
                 per
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
            
          
        
      
      
  

