Sorrow was there made fair, And all things with so sweet a sadness move O fairer than aught else The world can show, leave off in time to grieve! O strive not to be excellent in woe, 67. Sister, Awake! Thomas Bateson's First Set of SISTER, awake! close not your eyes! The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, In at our window peeping: Lo, how he blusheth to espy Therefore awake! make haste, I say, And let us, without staying, All in our gowns of green so gay Captain Tobias Hume's The First FAIN would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm'd me Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm'd me: Yet when this thought doth come, 'Love is the perfect sum I have no other choice Either for pen or voice O Love! they wrong thee much I know thee what thou art, And fall before thee. 69. Since First I saw your Face Thomas Ford's Music of INCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and SINCE renown ye; If now I be disdainèd I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle? No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle. If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me; Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might you leave me. I ask'd you leave, you bade me love; is 't now a time to chide me? No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. The Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder: Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me, There, O there! where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me ! 70. There is a Lady sweet and kind Thomas Ford's Music of HERE is a Lady sweet and kind, THE Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Cupid is winged and doth range, 71. 72. Love not me for comely grace John Wilbye's Second Set of Madrigals, 1609 LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart: For these may fail or turn to ill, Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, To doat upon me ever! The Wakening John Attye's First Book of Airs, 1622 N a time the amorous Silvy ΟΝ Said to her shepherd, Sweet, how do ye? Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, With that, her fairest bosom showing, Kiss me this once and then be going, With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, My sweetest dear! Kiss me and take my soul in keeping, 73. NICHOLAS BRETON Phillida and Coridon IN the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, Much ado there was, God wot! 1542-1626 |