me The tabernacles of thy grace How pleasant Lord they be BASSUS HOW pleasant is thy dwelling place O Lord of hosts to me The Tabernacles of thy grace How pleasant Lord they be TENOR HOW pleasant is thy dwelling place O Lord of hosts to me The tabernacles of thy grace How pleasant Lord they be Psalm 100. French Tune J. Dowland D. M. CANTUS ALL people that on earth doth dwell Sing to the Lord with Chearful voice Him serve with fear his praise forth tell Come ye before him and rejoyce BASSUS ALL people that on earth doth dwell Sing to the Lord with chearful voice Him serve with fear his praise forth tell Come ye beâ•Œfore him and rejoyce TENOR ALL people that on earth doth dwell Sing to the Lord with chearful voice Him serve with fear his praise forth tell Come ye beâ•Œfore him and rejoyce Psalm 119. CANTUS BLessed are they that perfect are And pure in mind and heart Whose lips and conversations From Gods laws never start 2. Blessed are they that give themselves his Statutes to observe Seeking the Lord with all their hearts And never from him swerve BASSUS Blessed are they that perfect are And pure in mind and heart Whose lives and conversations From Gods laws never start 2. Blessed are they that give themselves his Statutes to observe Seeking TENOR BLessed are they that perfect are And pure in mind and heart Whose lives and conversations From Gods Laws never start Blessed are they that give themselves His Statutes to obâ•Œserve Seeking the Lord with all their hearts And never from him swerve BASSUS the Lord with all their heart And never from him Swerve Psalm 150. Bangor Tune Tho. Ravenscroft B. of M. CANTUS YIeld unto God the mighty Lord praise in his Sanctuary And praise him in the firmament that shews his pow'r on high BASSUS YIeld unto God the mighty Lord c. TENOR YIeld unto God the mighty Lord praise in his Sanctuary And praise him in the firmament that shews his pow'r on high Psalm 148. CANTUS GIve laud unto the Lord From heaven that is so high Praise him in deed and word Above the Starry Sky And also ye his Angels all Armies royal praise him with glee BASSUS GIve laud unto the Lord From heaven that is so high Praise him in deed and word Above the Starry Sky And also ye his Angels all armies royal praise him with glee TENOR GIve laud unto the Lord From heav'n that is so high Praise him in deed and word Above the Starry Sky And also ye his Angels all armies royal praise him with glee Twelve Selected ENGLISH TUNES IN THREE PARTS TWO TREBLES and a BASS A. 3. Voc. Mr. William Webb CANTUS PRIMUS I wish no more thou should'st love me My joys are full in loving thee My heart 's too narrow to contain My bliss if thou should'st love again BASSUS I wish no more thou should'st love me My joys are full in loving thee My heart 's too narrow to contain My bliss if thou should'st love again CANTUS SECUNDUS I wish no more thou should'st love me My joys are full in loving thee My heart 's too narrow to contain My bliss if thou should'st love again A. 3. Voc. Mr. Matthew Lock CANTUS PRIMUS Claris it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last it may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast The blessed that imâ•Œmorâ•Œtal be From change in Love are oneâ•Œly free BASSUS Cloris it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last It may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast The blessed that immortal be From CANTUS SECUNDUS Cloris it is not in your pow'r to say how long our love will last it may be we within this hour may lose those joys we now may tast The blessed that imâ•Œmorâ•Œtal be From change in Love are oneâ•Œly free BASSUS change in Love are onely free And though you now immortal seem Such is the exactness of your frame Those that your beauty so esteem Will find it cannot last the same Love from your eys has stoln my fire As apt to wast and to expire A. 3. Voc. Mr. Matthew Lock CANTUS PRIMUS 'T is love and harmony 't is Musicks melody At this time joyns our hearts to meet and sing our parts and sing our parts Then let no man disturb ' our delight our content Since we come we come for merriment BASSUS 'T is love and harmony 'T is Musicks melody At this time joyns our hearts To meet and sing our parts and sing our parts Then let no man disturb our delight our content Since we come we come for merriment CANTUS SECUNDUS 'T is love and harmony 'T is musicks melody At this time joyns our hearts To meet and sing our parts and sing our parts Then let no man disturb our delight our content Since we come we come for meriment A. 3. Voc. Leno Hodemonte CANTUS PRIMUS In my sad thoughts I sat and Sighâ•Œed With which none was delighted Yet was it still to me A rejoycing there to be in good Socieâ•Œty Then farewel Sadness now Then farewell Sadness now Let 's all agree To joyn in Harmony To joyn in Harmony To joyn to joyn in Harmony BASSUS In my sad thoughts I sat and Sighed With which none was delighted Yet was it still to me A rejoycing there to be in good Society Then farewell Sadness now Then farewel Sadness CANTUS SECUNDUS In my sad thoughts I sat and Sighed With which none was delighted Yet was it still to me A rejoycing there to be in good Socieâ•Œty Then farewel Sadness now Then farewell Sadness now Let 's all agree To joyn in Harmony To joyn in Harmony To joyn in Harmony BASSUS now Let 's all agree To joyn in Harmony To joyn in Harmony To joyn in harmony A. 3. Voc. Dr. Wilson CANTUS PRIMUS In a Season all oppressed With sad Sorrow poor distressed Troilos said unto his Cressed Yield O! Yield thee Sweet and stay not O no no no no no no no no sweet Love I may not BASSUS In a season all oppressed With sad Sorrow poor distressed Troilos said unto his Cressed Yield O! Yield thee Sweet and stay not O! no no no no no no no no sweet Love I may not CANTUS SECUNDUS In a season all oppressed With sad Sorrow poor distressed Troilos said unto his Cressed Yield O! Yield thee Sweet and stay not O! no no no no no no no no sweet Love I may not A. 3. Voc. Mr. Simon Ives CANTUS PRIMUS Now we are met let 's merry merry be For one half hour with mirth and glee To recreate our Spirits dull Let 's laugh and sing our bellies full BASSUS Now we are met let 's merry merry be For one half hour with mirth and glee To recreate our Spirits dull Let 's laugh and sing our bellies full CANTUS SECUNDUS Now we are met let
's merry merry be For one half hour with mirth and glee To recreate our Spirits dull Let 's laugh and sing our bellies full A. 3. Voc. Dr. Wilson CANTUS PRIMUS From the fair Lavenian Shore I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold Then come to my Pack while I cry what d' ye lack what d' ye buy for here it is to be sold. BASSUS From the fair Lavenian Shore I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold Then come to my Pack while I cry what d' ye lack what d' ye buy for CANTUS SECUNDUS From the fair Lavenian Shore I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell And my Wares come here to sell. Such is the Sacred hunger of Gold Then come to my Pack While I cry what d' ye lack what d' ye buy for here it is to be sold. BASSUS here it is to be sold. I have Beauty Honour Grace Fortune Favour Time and Place And what else thou would'st request Even the thing thou likest best First let me have but a touch of thy Gold Then come to me Lad Thou shalt have what thy Dad Never gave for here it is to be sold. A. 3. Voc. CANTUS PRIMUS Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may old Time is still a flying And that same Flower that smiles to day toâ•Œmorrow will be dying BASSUS Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may old time is still a flying And that same Flower that smiles to day toâ•Œmorrow will be dying CANTUS SECUNDUS Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may old Time is still a flying And that same Flower that smiles to day toâ•Œmorrow will be dying That Age is best which is the first While Youth and Blood is warmer Expect not then the last and worst Time still succeeds the former Then be not coy but use your time And whilst you may go marry For having once but lost your prime You may for ever tarry A. 3. Voc. Mr. Nich. Lanneare CANTUS PRIMUS Silly Heart forbear Those are murd'ring Eves in the which I swear Cupid lurking lies See his Quiver see his Bow too see his Dart Fly O! fly thou foolish Heart BASSUS Silly Heart forbear Those are murd'ring Eyes In the which I swear Cupid lurking lies See his Quiver see his Bow too see his Dart Fly O! fly thou foolish Heart CANTUS SECUNDUS Silly Heart forbear Those are murd'ring Eyes In the which I swear Cupid lurkâ•Œing lies See his Quiver See his Bow too see his Dart Fly O! fly thou foolish heart Greedy Eyes take heed They are scorching Beams Causing Heart to bleed and your Eyes spring Streams Love lies watching with his Bow bent and his Dart For to wound both Eyes and Heart Think and gaze your fill foolish Heart and Eyes Since you love your Ill And your Good despise Cupid shooting Cupid darting and his Hand Mortal Powers cannot withstand A. 3. Voc. Mr. Henry Lewis CANTUS PRIMUS How happy art thou and I that never knew how to love there 's no such Blessings here beneath what e're there is aâ•Œbove 'T is liberty 't is liberâ•Œty that every Wise Man loves BASSUS How happy art thou and I that never knew how to love there 's no such Blessings here beneath what e're there is aâ•Œbove 'T is liâ•Œberâ•Œty 't is liâ•Œberâ•Œty that eâ•Œveâ•Œry Wise Man loves CANTUS SECUNDUS How happy art thou and I that never knew how to love there 's no such Blessings here beneath what e're there is aâ•Œbove 'T is liâ•Œberâ•Œty 't is liâ•Œberâ•Œty that eâ•Œveâ•Œry Wise Man loves A. 3. Voc. Mr. Edw. Coleman CANTUS PRIMUS The Glories of our Birth and State Are Shadows not substantial things There is no Armour 'gainst our fate Death lays his Iâ•Œcy Hands on Kings Scepters and Crowns must tumble down And in the Dust be equal laid with the poor crooked Syth and Spade BASSUS The Glories of our Birth and State are Shadows not substantial things There is no Armour 'gainst our fate Death lays his Iâ•Œcy Hands on Kings Scepters and Crowns must tumble down and in the Dust be CANTUS SECUNDUS The Glories of our Birth and State are Shadows not substantial things There is no Armour 'gainst our fate Death lays his Icy Hands on Kings Scepters and Crowns must tumble down and in the Dust be equal laid With the poor crooked Scyth and Spade equal laid With the poor crooked Scyth and Spade Some Men with Swords may reap the Field And plant fresh Lawrels where they kill'd But their strong Nerves at last must yield They tame but one another still Early or late they bend to Fate And must give up their murmuring Breath Whilst the Pale Captive creep to death A. 3. Voc. Mr. John Savile CANTUS PRIMUS Here 's a Health unto his Majesty with a Fa la la c. Conâ•Œverâ•Œsiâ•Œon to his Eâ•Œneâ•Œmies with a Fa la la c. And he that will not pledge his Health I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth nor yet a Rope to hang himself with a Fa la la la la la la la la la with a Fa la la c. BASSUS Here'r a Health unto his Majesty with a Fa la la la la la la Conâ•Œverâ•Œsiâ•Œon to his Eâ•Œneâ•Œmies with a Fa la la la la la la And he that will not pledge this Health I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth nor yet a Rope to hang himself with a Fa la la la CANTUS SECUNDUS Here 's a Health unto his Majesty with a Fa la la c. Conâ•Œverâ•Œsiâ•Œon to his Eâ•Œneâ•Œmies with a Fa la la c. And he that will not pledge his Health I wish him neither Wit nor Wealth nor yet a Rope to hang himself with a Fa la la la la la la la la with a Fa la la la c. BASSUS la la la with a Fa la la la la la Twelve Selected ENGLISH CATCHES A. 3. Voc. Composed by sundry AUTHORS A. 3. Voc. Come follow follow follow follow follow follow me Whither shall I follow follow follow whither shall I follow follow thee To the Willow Willow Willovv to the Willovv Willovv tree Mr. John Hiliou A. 3. Voc. Hey dovvn dovvn dovvn a dovvn hey dovvn dovvn derry shall I go vvith my true Love novv over the Ferry and kiss her Rosy svveet Lips until I am vveary vvith a Mr. Edmund Nelham A. 3. Voc. A Boat a Boat hast to the Ferry For we 'l go over to be merry to laugh and sing and drink old Sherry Mr. Thomas Holmes A. 3. Voc. Come follow me merrily merrily Lads come follow me merrily Ah! And we will sing Sol fa fa sol fa fa fa sol sol fa Put sol before la and fa after mi sol la mi fa mi la mi fa Mr Edmund Nelham A. 3. Voc. Come come away to the Tavern I say
For now at home 't is washing day leave your prittle prattle and fill us a Pottle You are not so wise as Aristotle Drawer come away Let 's make it Holyâ•Œday Anon anon anon Sir what is 't you say Mr. John Hilton A. 3. Voc. I drink this Cup to you Sir heartily and drink your part with a Heart willingly then so shall vve both agree merrily Mr. Edmund Nelham A. 3. Voc. Ding ding ding dong Bell Ding ding ding ding dong Bell Oh cruel death that stopt the breath of him I lov'd so well A lack and well away 't is a heavy day as ever us befel Then for his sake some order let us take that we may ring his Knell ding dong Mr. Stoner A. 3. Voc. Fa la la la la la Fa la la Fa la la liro Fa la la Fa la la Fa la la liro Fa la la. la liro Mr. Simon Ives 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 down dovvn dovvn derâ•Œry A. 3. Voc. The silver Svvan vvho living had no note Till Death approch'd unlock'd her silent Throat Leaning her Breast against the Reedy Shore Thus sung her first and last and sung no more Fare well all Joys ah Death come close my Eyes more Geese than Swans now live more fools than wise Mr. John Smith A. 3. Voc. Come follow follow me come follow follow me And we will to the Tavern go with mirth and merry glee we 'l each Man take his Cup what ever us befall and we will drink 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 we 'l sing well our Parts Mr. Johu Hilton A. 3. Voc. Have you any work for a Tinker Mistress old Brass or Pots or Kettles I 'le mend them all with a tink very tink and never hurt your Metels First let me have but a touch of your Ale 't will steel me 'gainst cold Weather or Tinkers Freez or Vintners Lees or Tobacco choose you whether But of your Ale your nappy Ale I vvould I had a Ferkin But I am old and very very cold and never vvear a Jerâ•Œkin Mr. Edm. Nelham FOURTEEN ITALIAN SONGS COMPOSED BY GIOVANNI GIACOMO CASTOLDI DA CARRAVAGGIO A. 3. Voc. Di Gio. Giac. Gastoldi CANTUS PRIMUS She that loves me for my self For affections not base pelf Onely She onely she yea onely she deserves to be belov'd of me BASSUS She that loves me for my self For affection not base pelf Onely She onely She yea onely she deserves to be belov'd of me CANTUS SECUNDUS She that loves me for my self For affection not base pelf Onely She onely She yea onely She deserves to be belov'd of me She that loves me with resolve Ne're to alter till dissolve Onely She onely She yea onely She Deserves to be belov'd of me A. 3. Voc. Di Gio. Gioc. Castoldi CANTUS PRIMUS Wert thou yet fairer then thou art which lies not in the power of Art Or hadst thou in thine eyes more darts Then Cupid ever shot at hearts Yet if they were not thrown at me I would not cast a thought on thee BASSUS Wert thou yet fairer then thou art which lies not in the power of Art Or hadst thou in thine eyes more darts Then Cupid ever shot at hearts Yet if they were not thrown at me I would not cast a thought on thee CANTUS SECUNDUS Wert thou yet fairer then thou art which lies not in the power of Art Or hadst thou in thine eyes more darts Then Cupid ever shot at hearts Yet if they were not thrown at me I would not cast a thought on thee I 'de rather marry a disease Then court a thing I cannot please She that would cherish my desires Must court my flames with equal fires Would you know what that will be I 'le then love you when you love me A. 3. Voc. Di Gio. Giac. Gastoldi CANTUS PRIMUS Phillis why should we delay Pleasures shorter then the day Could we which we never can Stretch our life beyond three span Beauty like a shadow flies And our youth before us dies BASSUS Phillis why should we delay Pleasures shorter then the day Could we which we never can Stretch our life beyond three span Beauty like a shadow flies And our youth before us dies CANTUS SECUNDUS Phillis why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day Could we which we never car Stretch our life beyond three span Beauty like a shadow flies And our youth before us dyes Or would Youth and Beauty stay Love has wings and vvill avvay Love has svvifter vvings than time Changing Love too oft does chime Gods that never change their state Very oft their love and hate A. 3. Voc. Di Gio. Giac. Castoldi CANTUS PRIMUS Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn And those eyes that break of days Light that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring a â•Œgain Seals of Love though seals in vain But my kisses my kisses bring again Seals of Love though seals in vain BASSUS Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn And those eyes that break of days Light that po mislead the morn But my kisses bring a â•Œgain Seals of Love though seals in vain CANTUS SECUNDUS Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn And those eyes that break of days Light that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring a â•Œgain Seals of Love though seals in vain But my kisses my kisses bring again Seals of Love though seals in vain BASSUS But my kisses my kisses bring again Seals of Love though Seals in vain Hide O! hide those hills of snow That thy frozen blossom bears On whose tops the pinks that do grow Are yet of those April wears But first set my heart free Bound in icy chains by thee But first set my heart set my heart free Bound in icy chains by thee A. 3. Voc. Di Gio Giac. Gastoldi CANTUS PRIMUS Stay stay O stay that heart I vow 't is mine ravish'd from hence by her whose parts divine Inchanted it and sent the wosnl No which took 't away and fill'd it's place with woe BASSUS Stay stay O stay that heart I vow 't is mine ravish'd from hence by her whose parts divine Inchanted it and sent this fatal No which took 't away and fill'd its place with woe CANTUS SECUNDUS Stay stay O stay that heart I vow 't is mine Ravish'd from hence by her whose parts divine Inchanted it and sent this woful No which took 't away and fill'd its place with woe O hold it fast I come yet let it fly I cannot move 't is pity both should dye Farewel Farewel my heart I 've pleas'd mine eyes Thou being lost sees thee her Sacrifice A. 3. Voc. Di Gio. Giac. Castoldi CANTUS PRIMUS