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A00738	French court-aires, vvith their ditties Englished, of foure and fiue parts Together with that of the lute. Collected, translated, published by Ed: Filmer, Gent: dedicated to the Queene.	Guédron, Pierre, ca. 1565-ca. 1621.; Bataille, Gabriel, 1575-1630. aut; Boesset, Anthoyne. aut; Filmer, Edward, Sir, 1565 or 6-1629.	1629 (1629)	STC 10869; ESTC S106700	31,668	52

c. With a kisse let all wrongs bee righted And get-vp quickly for 't is day See! where young Morne begins to enter What early wings haue late bee'n lent her Some sleeplesse riuall may haue sent her Vs to betray Hastily kisse them to preuent her And get-vp quickly for 't is day My feare would faine from hence expell thee Before this traytresse Light doe sell thee To Shame then thinke not much I tell thee Of thy delay With a kisse since I must compell thee To get-vp quickly for 't is day c. Bassus of 4. Parts IX PIERRE GVEDRON SYluia not long since halfe affrighted Because loues theft grew vn╌benigted Wak'd the mate wherein shee delighted And thus did say With a kisse With a kisse let all wrongs bee righted And get-vp quickly for 't is day See! where young Morne begins to enter What early wings haue late bee'n lent her Some sleeplesse riuall may haue sent her Vs to betray Hastily kisse then to preuent her And get-vp quickly for 't is day My feare would faine from hence expell thee Before this traytresse Light doe sell thee To Shame then thinke not much I tell thee Of thy delay With a kisse since I must compell thee To get-vp quickly for 't is day c. Altus of 4. Parts IX PIERRE GVEDRON SYluia not long since halfe affrighted Because loues theft grew vn╌benighted Wak'd the mate wherein shee delighted And thus did say With a kisse c. With a kisse let all wrongs bee righted And get-vp quickly for 't is day See! where young Morne begins to enter What early wings haue late bee'n lent her Some sleeplesse riuall may haue sent her Vs to betray Hastily kisse then to preuent her And get-vp quickly for 't is day My feare would faine from hence expell thee Before this traytresse Light doe sell thee To Shame then thinke not much I tell thee Of thy delay With a kisse since I must compell thee To get-vp quickly for 't is day c. Cantus of 4. Parts X. PIERRE GVEDRON Las fuir actu tonsjours WIlt thou vntam'd a╌las still fly for feare of charming Thy breast in my teares floud Or least with my moanes lance that Pittie her selfe arming Should let thy ri╌gour bloud O! stay O! stay Amarantha thy flight Thy flights blacke wings shadow mee with dreadfull night As to behold thine eies and not adore their luster Were bold impietie So to flie as thou do'st when Pitties forces muster Is cowards crueltie O! stay 'T is not a hope thine Eies will proue my sweet Attournies When they shall see my case That makes mee spend my cries and steps in endlesse Iournies To countermand thy pace O! stay To tell how thou alone art Nymphe of my deuotion Is all my su'd╌for gaines Thou may'st to grant mee this though intermit thy motion Continue thy disdaines O! stay Tenor of 4. Parts X. PIERRE GVEDRON WIlt thou vntam'd a╌las still flie for feare of charming Thy breast in my teares floud Or least with my moanes lance that Pittie her selfe arming Should let thy ri╌gour bloud O! stay O! stay Amarantha thy flight Thy flights blacke wings shadow mee with dreadfull night As to behold thine eyes and not adore their luster Were bold impietie So to flie as thou do'st when Pitties forces muster Is cowards crueltie O! stay c. Bassus of 4. Parts X. PIERRE GVEDRON WIlt thou vntam'd a╌las still flie for feare of charming Thy breast in my teares floud Or least with my moanes lance that Pittie her selfe arming Should let thy ri╌gour bloud O! stay O! stay Amarantha thy flight Thy flights blacke wings shadow mee with dreadfull night As to behold thine eyes and not adore their luster Were bold impietie So to flie as thou do'st when Pitties forces muster Is cowards crueltie O! stay 'T is not a hope thine Eies will proue my sweet Attournies When they shall see my case That makes mee spend my cries and steps in endlesse Iournies To countermand thy pace O stay To tell how thou alone art Nymphe of my deuotion Is all my su'd-for gaines Thou may'st to grant mee this though intermit thy motion Continue thy disdaines O! stay Altus of 4. Parts X. PIERRE GVEDRON WIlt thou vntam'd a╌las still flie for feare of charming Thy breast in my teares floud Or least with my moanes lance that Pittie her selfe ar╌ming Should let thy ri╌gour bloud O! stay O! stay Amarantha thy flights Thy flights blacke wings shadow mee with dreadfull night As to behold thine eyes and not adore their luster Were bold impietie So to flie as thou do'st when Pitties forces muster Is cowards crueltie O! stay c. Cantus of 4. Parts XI PIERRE GVEDRON Gabriel Bataille ●i le parler le silence IF key of Speach or locke of Silence Strike vs with er╌rors or with feares Then let Eies vse their se╌cret stile whence Hearts may bee taught and yet not Eares Loue whose noiselesse wing by stealth caught vs This dumbe discourse as soft╌ly taught vs. Let our Lookes flying and returning Fit secret Posts for close Desires Whisper each others inward burning And 'point a time to slake our fires Love whose noilesse wing c. But if our prying riualls mutter To see the language of our Eies By vnseene Thought our minds wee 'll vtter As messages are done in Skies Loue whose noilesse wing c. Thus with an armour new-inuented Breaking the puffes of Enuies lungs Gard wee our Honors shape vndented By poison'd shot of Courtiers tungs Whom in Ignorance wee 'll all berrie And at their Tombe bee dumbly merrie Tenor of 4. Parts XI PIERRE GVEDRON IF key of Speach or locke of Silence Strike vs with er╌rors or with feares Then let Eies vse their secret stile whence Hearts may bee taught and yet not Eares Loue whose noiselesse wing by stealth caught vs This dumbe discourse as softly taught vs. Let our Lookes flying and returning Fit secret Posts for close Desires Whisper each others inward burning And point a time to slake our fires Loue whose noiselesse wing c. Bassus of 4. Parts XI PIERRE GVEDRON IF key of Speach or locke of Silence Strike vs with errors or with feares Then let Eies vse their secret stile whence Hearts may bee taught and yet not Eares Loue whose noiselesse wing by stealth caught vs This dumbe discourse as softly taught vs. Let our Lookes flying and returning Fit secret Posts for close Desires Whisper each others inward burning And 'point a time to slake our fires Loue whose noiselesse wing c. But if our prying riualls mutter To see the language of our Eies By vnseene Thought our minds wee 'll vtter As messages are done in Skies Loue whose noiselesse wing c. Thus with an armour new-inuented Breaking the puffes of Enuies lungs Gard wee our Honors shape vndented By poison'd shot of Courtiers tungs Whom in Ignorance wee 'll all berrie And at their Tombe bee dumbly merrie Altus of 4. Parts XI PIERRE GVEDRON IF key

of Speach or locke of Silence Strike vs with errors or with feares Then let Eies vse their secret stile whence Hearts may bee taught and yet not Eares Loue whose noiselesse wing by stealth caught vs This dumbe discourse as softly taught vs. Let our Lookes flying and returning Fit secret Posts for close Desires Whisper each others inward burning And 'point a time to slake our fires Loue whose noiselessewing c. Cantus of 4. Parts XII The Aire of the Tritonides in a Masque before this LEWIS the thirteenth and his Mother at Madame his Sisters taking her leaue to goe into SPAINE PIERRE GVEDRON Gabriel Bataille C ' est trop courir les eaux TOo much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues Too much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues And hunt for Pallas heere in this more likely place For sure in Vertues Court the Gods leaue still their trace The Groues of our desires Heere blaze with holy fires And those influent Lights that showre on vs such beames Giue hope our happinesse will flow from their bright streames Gow ' then let 's now accost Those eyes that wee thought lost Their beauties to abbord the more wee slacke our pace The lesse we seeme to know the bountie of their grace Yee great bright Sunnes of France Whose prudent Lawes good chance Giues breath to tired hearts by sweet restraint of hand Tell vs if our Minerua doe not neare you stand It lieth sure in you To blesse vs with her view For finding Valour heere so close by Wisedomes side Well may wee iudge that Shee doth also heere abide Tenor of 4. Parts XII PIERRE GVEDRON TOo much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues Too much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues And hunt for Pallas heere in this more likely place For sure in Vertues Court the Gods leaue still their trace The Groues of our desires Heere blaze with holy fires And those influent Lights that showre on vs such beames Giue hope our happinesse will flow from their bright streames c. Bassus of 4. Parts XII PIERRE GVEDRON TOo much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues Too much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues And hunt for Pallas heere in this more likely place For sure in Vertues Court the Gods leaue still their trace The Groues of our desires Heere blaze with holy fires And those influent Lights that showre on vs such beames Giue hope our happinesse will flow from their bright streames Gow ' then let 's now accost Those eyes that wee thought lost Their beauties to abbord the more wee slacke our pace The lesse we seeme to know the bountie of their grace Yee great bright Sunnes of France Whose prudent Lawes good chance Giues breath to tired hearts by sweet restraint of hand Tell vs if our Minerua doe not neare you stand It lieth sure in you To blesse vs with her view For finding Valour heere so close by Wisedomes side Well may wee iudge that Shee doth also heere abide Altus of 4. Parts XII PIERRE GVEDRON TOo much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues Too much wee range the waues Let 's quit these crystall graues And hunt for Pallas heere in this more likely place For sure in Vertues Court the Gods leaue still their trace The Groues of our desires Heere blaze with holy fires And those influent Lights that showre on vs such beames Giue hope our happinesse will flow from their bright streames c. Cantus of 4. Parts XIII PIERRE GVEDRON Ce petit Monarque des coeurs THat same lit╌tle great King of harts Ouer-swell'd with custome of ta╌ming To the fi╌rie yoake of his darts The supremeneckes of hu╌mane fra╌ming Would fur╌ther needs at╌tempt to knowe If Death could suf╌fer by his bowe Rashly thus hee wronging his powre His full quiuers brood thicke did scatter At this fllint heart which with steel'd showre Hee as fondly assay'd to batter As winds and waues that vaine are bent A rocke besieg'd with Seas to rent In the end abash'd so great spies As the Gods at his shame were merrie Hee retir'd himselfe to thine eies Damon there his disgrace to berrie Fatall retreat for 't is not safe To lodge a God in such a chafe Tenor of 4. Parts XIII PIERRE GVEDRON THat same little great King of harts Ouerswell'd with custome of ta╌ming To the firie yoake of his dartes The supreme neckes of hu╌mane fra╌ming Would further needs attempt to knowe If Death could suffer by his bowe Rashly thus hee wronging his powre His full quiuers brood thicke did scatter At this flintheart which with steel'd showre Hee as fondly assay'd to batter As winds and waues that vaine are bent A rocke besieg'd with Seas to rent c. Bassus of 4. Parts XIII PIERRE GVEDRON THat same little great King of harts Ouer-swell'd with cu╌stome of ta╌ming To the fi╌rie yoake of his darts The su╌preme neckes of humane fra╌ming Would fur╌ther needs attempt to knowe If Death could suf╌fer by his bowe Rashly thus hee wronging his powre His full quiuers brood thicke did scatter At this flint heart which with steel'd showre Hee as fondly assay'd to batter As winds and waues that vaine are bent A rocke besieg'd with Seas to rent In the end abash'd so great spies As the Gods at his shame were merrie Hee retir'd himselfe to thine eies Damon there his disgrace to berrie Fatall retreat for 't is not safe To lodge a God in such a chafe Altus of 4. Parts XIII PIERRE GVEDRON THat same little great King of harts Ouerswell'd with custome of ta╌ming To the firie yoake of his darts The supreme neckes of hu╌mane fra╌ming Would further needs attempt to knowe If Death could suffer by his bowe Rashly thus hee wronging his powre His full quiuers brood thicke did scatter At this flint heart which with steel'd showre Hee as fondly assay'd to batter As winds and waues that vaine are bent A rocke besieg'd with Seas to rent c. Cantus of 4. Parts XIIII ANTHOINE BOESSET Arme toy ●a raison REason arme thy wrong'd hands Into nothing make tremble The flame that martyr'd brands Makes my Soule to resem╌ble If thy diuine tar╌get do not shadow my head A bright Eie soone will shine mee dead If thy diuine target do not shadow my head A bright Eie soone will shine mee dead Hollow eies which Griefs flood Into fill'd wells runnes turning Expresse how little good Water yeelds to soules burning And that if thy high arme doe not shadow my head A bright Eie soone will shine mee dead With so strong gall doth Loue My deseru'd Nectar season That if brute mouthes could moue Tongues of discursiue Reason My cries would make them plead for remorse which is fled The bright Eie that would shine mee dead Yee belou'd Okes and Flints That my groanes oft haue broken Say if my blazing

roses Spend in bowres The faire Dayes that the Spring now doth muster Serue to adde to your youths heat and luster New Phoebus drench'd but not quench'd with Sea-billowes Brings with the Worlds Loues fire from his wet pillowes Spend in bowres Wanton Brookes reeling through flowrie Vallies Runne and catch and kisse their neighbour Allies Mild Zephyr whispers a loue-tale to Flora The Birds of like subiect talke to Aurora Spend in bowres Bone-fires and Dances are each eies pleasure Winged feet to swift tunes beating measure Aeolus opens his Eares to these wonders And shuts-in his Mouth from breathing of thunders Spend in bowres Natures whole armie that gards Lifes banner By Loues Colours is made to looke wanner And sure that heart that his hand makes not tremble Is dead though the spirits may life resemble Spend in bowres and thicke groues Loues darke stages The shining forenoone of your ages Tenor of 5. Parts XIX PIERRE GVEDRON TO your sports c. To your sports and delights yee blith lasses Catch c. Trust not c. Spend c. Spend in bowres Spend in bowres and thicke groues Loues darke stages The shining forenoone of your ages Now the Yeares gallant Season doth call you To Loues Hall goe what euer befall you Earth from her Coat all Snow argent now teareth And for it Flowres or in a Field vert beareth Spend in bowres Bugle-lac'd are the skirts of the Mountaines With the fugitiue glasse of the Fountaines Morne vrg'd by Enuie braue Flora opposes And dares her to See her at Vying roses Spend in bowres c. Bassus of 5. Parts XIX PIERRE GVEDRON TO your sports c. Catch c. Catch gray Time by the beard as hee passes Trust not his bald necke t' will slip-of your collers And by his euasion you 'll seeme ill Schollers Spend c. Spend in bowres and thicke groues Loues darke stages The shining forenoone of your ages Now the Yeares gallant Season doth call you To Loues Hall goe what euer befall you Earth from her Coat all Snow argent now teareth And for it Flowres or in a Field vert beareth Spend in bowres Bugle-lac'd are the skirts of the Mountaines With the fugitiue glasse of the Fountaines Morne vrg'd by Enuie braue Flora opposes And dares her to See her at Vying roses Spend in bowres The faire Dayes that the Spring now doth muster Serue to adde to your youths heat and luster New Phoebus drench'd but not quench'd with Sea-billowes Brings with the Worlds Loues fire from his wet pillowes Spend in bowres c. Quintus of 5. Parts XIX PIERRE GVEDRON TTo your c. To your sports and delights yee blith lasses Catch c. Trust not c. Spend c. Spend in bowres and thicke groues Loues darke stages The shining forenoone of your ages Now the Yeares gallant Season doth call you To Loues Hall goe what euer befall you Earth from her Coat all Snow argent now teareth And for it Flowres or in a Field vert beareth Spend in bowres Bugle-lac'd are the skirts of the Mountaines With the fugitiue glasse of the Fountaines Morne vrg'd by Enuie braue Flora opposes And dares her to See her at Vying roses Spend in bowres The English Table of the Aires of this BOOKE A. AT length heere Shee is II. B. Bright Abstract of vs seauen I. H. How was Amyntas blest VII I. If key of Speach or locke of Silence XI K. Know my deare Idoll Cloris XVIII O. O! what muster of glances IIII. R. Reason arme thy wrong'd hands XIIII S. Say then my hard Iewell XVII Since our round Yeare XVI Syluia not long since halfe-affrighted IX T. That same litle great King of harts XIII Thou whom Fortune XV. Too much wee range the waues XII To your Sports and delights XIX W. What spell holds thee my Sunne from rising VI. Why alas cry'd out my mother VIII Why haue thy Thoughts conspired III. Wilt thou vntam'd alas X. With what wings can I flie V. THE FRENCH TABLE of the same A. ADorable Princesse I. Aux plaifirs aux delices Bergeres XIX Arme toy ma raison XIIII C. Ce petit Monarque des coeurs XIII C'est trop courir les eaux XII E. En fin la voyci II. H. He bien ma rebelle XVII I. Ie voudrois bien ô Cloris XVIII L. Las fuiras-tu toujours X. Las pour quoy ne suis-je née VIII O. O! grands Dieux que de charmes IIII. Où luis-tu Soleil de moname VI. P. Puis que les ans XVI Q. Qu'Aminte fut heureux VII Quel espoir de guarir V. Que n'estes vous lassées III. S. Si le parler le silence XI V. Vn jour l'amoureuse Siluie IX Vous que le bon heur r'appelle XV. The Originals of the English Ditties of this Booke ADorable Princesse Il est temps que je cesse De courir dās les Cieux Et que ma flame cede Le rang qu'elle y possede Aux flames de tes yeux O Beauté sans exemple Où nature contemple Son pouuoir nom pareil De puis l'heure premiere Que je vis ta lumiere Ie ne suis plus Soleil Ton oeil qui me surmonte Me donne tant de honte Lors que je fais mon cours Que pleust à la fortune Que les flots de Neptune Me conurissent toujours Ma course vagabonde En quel que part du monde Qu'elle éclaire aux humains Ne void rien qui n'admire En l'heur de ton Empire L'adresse de tes mains Tes conseils tes veilles On t par tant de merueilles Ses malheurs abatus Que les chansons des Anges N'auront pas des louanges Dignes de tes vertus Ta prudence a des charmes Quifont tomber les armes Des mains des plus grands Roys Et mettent dans les bouches Des gens les plus farouches La gloire de tes loix Tu fais voir à cétâge De la Seine du Tage Les discors terminés Et montres à la Guerre Au centre de la Terre Ses Demons enchainés L'art de la flatterie Aux graces de Marie Ne pût rien adjouster Sa gloire s'est haussée Où l'humaine pensée Tasche en vain de monter O Dieux en qui la France A logé l'esperance De sa felicité Iamais vostre largesse Ne mit tant de sagesse Auec tant de beauté Facent vos destinées Que le cours des années Quine pardonne à rien Ace parfait visage N'oste point l'auantage Qu'il a dessus le mien II. EN fin la voyci nous voyons ces beaux yeux L'amour de la Terre des Cieux Dont nostre Mars en son choix bien-heureux Est si fort amoureux Le Ciel n'a jamais joint à tant de beauté Vne si douce Majesté Qui dans les coeurs inspire tour à

Yee Beauties by whose flashes No soules burne to ashes But flame night and day Grace with faire reflection Our best affection Shew'n this new way Altus of 4. Parts IIII. PIERRE GVEDRON O What muster c. O! what muster of glances Cupids troope of Lances What fires and what darts O! what sparkling dresses What catching tresses What tempting arts In this Maze to conduct vs The Skie doth instruct vs With directiue light And two chiefe Sunnes faces Our troubled paces Dispose aright The time now doth require vs From hence to retire vs And lay-by our Lutes Night made day by watches VVith Louers matches Vnkindly sutes c. Cantus of 4. Parts V. PIERRE GVEDRON G. Bataille Quel espoir de guarir WIth what wings can I fly From Disease till I dy dy Of a Loue-kind╌led fe╌uer Which I may well endure but but to make know'n dare ne╌uer What a Hell 't is to burst And not tell how I thurst In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer O! that Deaths cooling cup Would allow mee one sup In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer Yet 't is fit the high Cause Should enforce these hard lawes On my Loue-kindled feuer Which I learne to endure but to make know'n dare neuer Tenor of 4. Parts V. PIERRE GVEDRON WIth what wings can I fly From Disease till I dy dy Of a Loue-kindled fe╌uer Which I may well endure but but to make know'n dare neuer What a Hell 't is to burst And not tell how I thurst In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer O! that Deathe cooling cup Would allow mee one sup In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer Yet 't is fit the high Cause Should enforce these hard lawes On my Loue-kindled feuer Which I learne to endure but to make know'n dare neuer Bassus of 4. Parts V. PIERRE GVEDRON WIth what wings can I fly From Disease till I dy dy Of a Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but but to make know'n dare neuer What a Hell 't is to burst And not tell how I thurst In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to ma●● 〈◊〉 dare neuer O! that Deaths cooling cup Would allow mee one sup In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer Yet 't is fit the high Cause Should enforce these hard lawes On my Loue-kindled feuer Which I learne to endure but to make know'n dare neuer Altus of 4. Parts V. PIERRE GVEDRON WIth what wings can I fly From Disease till I dy dy Of a Loue-kindled fe╌uer Which I may well en╌dure but but to make know'n dare neuer What a Hell 't is to burst And not tell how I thurst In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer O! that Deaths cooling cup Would allow mee one sup In this Loue-kindled feuer Which I may well endure but to make know'n dare neuer Yet 't is fit the high Cause Should enforce these hard lawes On my Loue-kindled feuer Which I learne to endure but to make know'n dare neuer Cantus of 4. Parts VI. PIERRE GVEDRON Ga. Ba. Dù luis-tu Soleil de mon ●me WHat Sp●ll holds thee my Sunne from rising VVhat halfe-sphere takes-vp thy whole race Is Thetis greene lappe the fresh place That so long keepes thee a baptizing Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Saue thy fires from their vtter quenching Rowse from Neptunes pillowes thy head My flame must Out if thine proue dead By combate with so long a drenching Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Who but I can cleare this darke Riddle Eies though not blind groping at Noone Which let the Sunne rise nêre so soone Can neuer get beyond Nights middle For whilest my Sunne Thy effects haue draw'n mee to thinking How I like the Marigold liue Thy looke on mee my sight doth giue Thine absence sets mee straight a winking Thus whilest my Sunne Yet at length cheere mee with a Morrow Bringing glad Sommer in thine eie Winter till then makes my Ioydie With frosts of Feare in shades of Sorrow Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Tenor of 4. Parts VI. PIERRE GVEDRON WHat Spell holds thee my Sunne from rising VVhat halfe-sphere takes-vp thy whole race Is Thetis greene lappe the fresh place That so long keepes thee a baptizing Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Saue thy fires from their vtter quenching Rowse from Neptunes pillowes thy head My flame must out if thine proue dead By combate with so long a drenching Now that my Sunne c. Bassus of 4. Parts VI. PIERRE GVEDRON WHat Spell holds thee my Sunne from rising What halfe-sphere takes-vp thy whole race Is Thetis greene lappe the fresh place That so long keepes thee a baptizing Now that my Sun daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Saue thy fires from their vtter quenching Rowse from Neptunes pillowes thy head My flame must out if thine proue dead By combate with so long a drenching Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night c. Altus of 4. Parts VI. PIERRE GVEDRON WHat Spell holds thee my Sunne from rising What halfe-sphere takes vp thy whole race Is Thetis greene lappe the fresh place That so long keepes thee a baptizing Now that my Sunne daignes mee no light To mee fairest Day is blacke Night Saue thy fires from their vtter quenching Rowse from Neptunes pillowes thy head My flame must out if thine proue dead By combate with so long a drenching Now that my Sunne c. Cantus of 4. Parts VII PIERRE GVEDRON G. Bataille Qu' Aminte ●ut heureux HOw was Amyn╌tas blest Whose death but fained Was meanes to cleare the brest That Spite had stai╌ned And winne the heart that Scorne be╌fore held gai╌ned Oft to the graues cold brinke His sighes had blow'n him Whilest teares his fruitlesse drinke Had ouerflow'n him Yet Syluia for his Paines would neuer owne him His Loue his Truth his Sutes His earnest Plying His Gifts his Pen his Lutes His Deifying Could neuer breake her of her stiffe denying 'Till changing Truth for Lie Hee taught Loue cunning For faining but to die There was no shunning Deaths yee which at Loues flame set her a sunning Why is my harder Fate Which should be wheeling So steddie in his gate And no way reeling Which makes my Death more true my Deare lesse feeling Tenor of 4. Parts VII PIERRE GVEDRON HOw was Amyntas blest Whose death but fained Was meanes to cleare the brest That Spite had stained And winne the heart that Scorne be╌fore held gained Oft to the graues cold

brinke His sighes had blow'n him Whilest teares his fruitlesse drinke Had ouerflow'n him Yet Syluia for his Paines would neuer owne him c. Bassus of 4. Parts VII PIERRE GVEDRON HOw was Amyntas blest Whose death but fained was meanes to cleare the brest That Spite had stained And winne the heart that Scorne be╌fore held gained Oft to the graues cold brinke His sighes had blow'n him Whilest teares his fruitlesse drinke Had ouerflow'n him Yet Syluia for his Paines would neuer owne him His Loue his Truth his Sutes His earnest Plying His Gifts his Pen his Lutes His Deifying Could neuer breake her of her stiffe denying 'Till changing Truth for Lie Hee taught Loue cunning For faining but to die There was no shunning Deaths yce which at Loues flame set her a sunning Why is my harder Fate Which should be wheeling So steddie in his gate And no way reeling Which makes my Death more true my Deare lesse feeling Altus of 4. Parts VII PIERRE GVEDRON HOw was Amyntas blest Whose death but fai╌ned Was meanes to cleare the brest That Spite had stained And winne the heart that Scorne before held gained Oft to the graues cold brinke His sighes had blow'n him Whilest teares his fruitlesse drinke Had ouerflow'n him Yet Syluia for his Paines would neuer owne him c. Cantus of 4. Parts VIII PIERRE GVEDRON Ga. Ba. COMPLAINTE Las pourquoy ne suis-je née WHy alas cri'd-out my Mother To breake my peacefull sleepe of Innocence And drew the cortin that did smother Mine Eies from Lights of╌fence Since 't was Light begate the Burning Whereof mine Eies now great in labour are But Fire i' th' birth to Water turning Is prodigie of warre Thus whilest teares not cure but threaten Loues painefull growth now at the fatall hight From Hopes barre after long plea beaten Appeales to Death for right For suspicious Enuies canker So poisons the red fountaine of my vaines That all my bloud is turned ranker Then that which Vlcer staines You rich markes of Natures fauour Which for my Youths grace shee from Heauen steales Shall all your sweets but serue to sauour Time and Diseases meales What auaile my bankes of Roses Whose blushes make my Wooers red with fire If forc'd to wound with sharpe opposes I proue to them all-Bry'r Though my Thoughts delight to houer With sindged wings about Philanders flame Yet Feare constraineth mee to couer Loues fire with Vesta's name If my Triumphes bee forbidden Why fought my Beauties to subdue his Heart What praise get Eies for valour hidden Whilest Tongue playes cowards part Thus though wall'd from Sea of pleasure Yet this small Current through the sluce doth crowd That MY AFFECTIONS TONGVED MEASVRE IN SILENCE SPEAKES ALOWD Hence it is that hee delighteth With equall warm'th to keepe life in my heat And in gold-weight of loue requiteth Much faith with troth as great Yet thus tempted with Loues plentie Wee hungrie dare not feed but with our eies Eies watch'd with eies of more then twentie Sworne centuries of spies Friend whose Eares this plaint shall swallow Downe to thy Heart that way to cause a teare If thou looke pale to see mee sallow Vpbraid not Loue but Feare Tenor of 4. Parts VIII PIERRE GVEDRON WHy alas cri'd-out my Mother To breake my peacefull sleepe of Innocence And drew the cortin that did smother Mine Eies from Lights offence Since 't was Light begate the Burning Whereof mine Eies now great in labour are But Fire i' th' birth to Water turning Is prodigie of warre Thus whilest teares not cure but threaten Loues painefull growth now at the fatall hight From Hopes barre after long plea beaten Appeales to Death for right c. Bassus of 4. Parts VIII PIERRE GVEDRON WHy alas cri'd-out my Mother To breake my peacefull sleepe of Innocence And drew the cortin that did smother Mine Eies from Lights offence Since 't was Light begate the Burning Whereof mine Eies now great in labour are But Fire i' th' birth to Water turning Is prodigie of warre Thus whilest teares not cure but threaten Loues painefull growth now at the fatall hight From Hopes barre after long plea beaten Appeales to Death for right For suspicious Enuies canker So poisons the red fountaine of my vaines That all my bloud is turned ranker Then that which Vlcer staines You rich markes of Natures fauour Which for my Youths grace shee from Heauen steales Shall all your sweets but serue to sauour Time and Diseases meales What auaile my bankes of Roses Whose blushes make my Wooers red with fire If forc'd to wound with sharpe opposes I proue to them all-Bry'r c. Altus of 4. Parts VIII PIERRE GVEDRON WHy alas cri'd-out my Mo╌ther To breake my peacefull sleepe of Innocence And drew the cortin that did smo╌ther Mine Eies from Lights of╌fence Since 't was Light begate the Burning Whereof mine Eies now great in labour are But Fire i' th' birth to Water turning Is prodigie of warre Thus whilest teares not cure but threaten Loues painefull growth now at the fatall hight From Hopes barre after long plea beaten Appeales to Death for right c. Cantus of 4. Parts IX PIERRE GVEDRON Vn jour l'amourense Siluie SYluia not long since halfe╌affrighted Because loues theft grew vn╌benigh╌ted Wak'd the mate where╌in shee de╌lighted And thus did say With a kisse let all wrongs bee righted And get-vp quickly for 't is day With a kisse let all wrongs bee righted And get-vp quickly for 't is day See! where young Morne begins to enter What early wings haue late bee'n lent her Some sleeplesse riuall may haue sent her Vs to betray Hastily kisse then to preuent her And get-vp quickly for 't is day My feare would faine from hence expell thee Before this traytresse Light do sell thee To Shame then thinke not much I tell thee Of thy delay With a kisse since I must compell thee To get-vp quickly for 't is day My scruple ought not to bee blamed Loue by this blow is no whit lamed Stopp'd flame doth rather more vntamed Rage then decay With a kisse fairely then bee framed To get-vp quickly for 't is day Syluia what newes is this doth daunt mee Quoth Shepheard Canst thou so much scant mee Of ioy because the Sunne doth haunt mee With iealous ray But a kisse onely wilt thou grant mee To get-vp quickly now 't is day His flash the Worlds beloued wunder To vs like messenger of thunder Doth blast Loues arme and part asunder His sweetest fray With thy kisse though but enter'd yunder Tempting grow'n Flame to fly young Day Since then to part I find concerning Now thy aduice hath taught mee learning I will to shew my sealfe discerning Rather then stay Take a kisse in pay of loues earning And so farewell because 't is day Tenor of 4. Parts IX PIERRE GVEDRON SYluia not long since halfe affrighted Because loues theft grew vn╌benighted Wak'd the mate wherein shee delighted And thus did say With a kisse