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A09653	The first booke of songs or ayres of 4. parts vvith tableture for the lute or orpherian, vvith the violl de gamba. Newly composed by Francis Pilkington, Batcheler of Musick, and lutenist: and one of the Cathedrall Church of Christ, in the citie of Chester.; Songs or ayres	Pilkington, Francis, d. 1638.	1605 (1605)	STC 19922; ESTC S111835	16,148	104

my choice blamde or be I thought vnwise To hold my choice by others not approued I say that to my selfe I fall or rise By feare or force I cannot be remoued Let friends in pittie doubt of my successe Their pittie gets no thanks at all Let foes be glad to see my hopes grow lesse I scorne the worst that wish they shall Still stand I firme my hart is set and shall remaine My choice is made and neuer will I change againe II. ALTO MY choice is made and I de sire no change my wandring thoughts in li mits now are bound The de serts wilde wherin my wits did range are now made ea sie walks and plea-sant ground Let him that list sooth humors that be vaine till va ni tie till va ni tie all meane ex-ceedes Let passions still pos sesse the I dle braine and care consume and care consume whom fol lie feedes I rest resolu'd no fancies fits can mee estrange my choice is made and I desire no more to change II. BASSO MY choice is made and I de sire no change my mandring The de serts wilde wherin my wits did range are now made thoughts in li mits now are bound ea sie walks and plea sant gound Let him that list sooth humors that be Let passions still pos-sesse the I dle vaine till va ni tie all mene exceede braine and care con-sume whom fo lie feeds I rest resolu'd no fancies sits can mee estrange my choice is made and I desire no more to change II. TENORE MY choice is made and I de-sire no change my wandring thoughts in li mits now are bound The de serts wilde wherin my wits did range are now made ea sie walks and plea-sant ground Let him that list sooth humors that be vaine till va ni tie till va ni tie all meane ex-ceedes Let passions still pos sesse the I dle braine and care consume and care consume fol lie feedes I rest resolu'd no fancies fits can mee estrange my choice is made and I desire no more to change III. CANTO CAn she disdaine can I per-sist to loue can she be cruell I subiected still Time will my truth com passi-on hers a proue re lease the thrald and con quer fro ward will I loue not lust Oh oh therfore let her daigne to equal my de sires to ij my de sires with like a gaine I loue not c. Am I not pleasing in her prouder eies Oh that she knew Loues power as well as I Wittie she is but Loues more wittie wise She breathes on earth he Raignes in heauen on high I loue not lust oh therefore let her daigne To equall my desires with like againe Loue scornes the abiect earth his sacred fires Vnites diuided mindes disseuers none Contempt springs out of fleshly base desires Setting debate twixt loue and vnion I loue not lust oh therefore let her daigne To equall my desires with like againe III. ALTO CAn shee disdaine can I persist to loue Can shee be cruell I subiected still Time will my truth compassion hers a proue release the thrald and conquer fro ward will I loue not lust I loue not lust Oh therefore let her daigne to equall my desires to ij with like a gaine I loue not c. III. BASSO CAn shee disdaine Can I persist to loue can shee bee cruell I subiected still Time will my truth compassion hers a proue release the thrald and conquer froward will I loue not lust Oh therefore let her daigne oh ij To equall my desires to ij with like againe I loue not c. III. TENORE CAn shee disdaine can I persist to loue can shee be cruell I subiected still Time will in truth compassion hers approue release the thrald and conquer fro ward will I loue not lust Oh therefore let her daigne Oh ij to equall my desires to equall my desires with like a gaine I loue not c. IIII. CANTO ALas faire face why doth that smoo All in them selues con firme a scorn thed brow those speaking eies ros'd lips and blush-ing beautie full vow to spoile my hopes of loue my loue of du-tie The time hath bin when I was bet ter grast I now the same and yet that time is past Is it because that thou art onely faire Oh no such gracefull lookes banish disdaine How then to feede my passions with dispaire Feede on sweet loue so I be loued againe Well may thy publike scorne and outward pride Inward affections and best likings hide Breath but a gentle aire and I shall liue Smyle in a clowde so shall my hopes renue One kind regard and second seing giue One rising Morne and my blacke woes subdue If not yet looke vpon the friendly Sunne That by his beames my beames to thine may runne IIII. ALTO ALas faire face why doth that smothed brow Those speak-ing All in them selues confirme a scornefull vow To spoyle my eies rosd lips and blush ing beautie The time hath bene when I was better hopes of loue my loue of du tie grast I now the same and yet that tyme is past The tyme hath c. IIII. BASSO ALas faire face why doth that smoothed brow Those speak-ing All in them selues confirme a scornefull vow to spoile my eies ros'd lips and blushing beautie hopes of loue my loue of deutie The time hath bin when I was better grast I now the same and yet the time is past The time hath c. IIII. TENORE ALas faire face why doth that smothed brow Those speak ing All in them selues confirme a scornfull vow To spoile my eies rosd lips and blush ing beautie The time hath bene when I was better grast hopes of loue my loue of du tie I now the same and yet that time is past The time hath c. V. CANTO WHether so fast see how the kindly kindly flowres perfumes the aire and all to make thee stay The climing woodbind clipping al these bowrs clips thee like wise clips ij wise for feare passe a way Fortune our friend our foe will not gainesay Stay stay but a while stay ij stay ij Phoe be no teltale is no teltale is She her En di mi on I le my Phoebe kisse my Phoebe kisse Stay stay c. Feare not the ground seekes but to kisse thy feete Harke harke how Philomela sweetly sings Whilst water wanton fishes as they meete Strike crochet time amid'st these christall springs And Zephirus mongst the leaues sweet murmure rings Stay but a while Phoebe no teltale is She her Endimion I le my Phoebe kisse See how the Helitrope hearbe of the Sunne Though he himselfe long since be gon to bed Is not of force thine eies bright beames to shun But with their warmth his gouldy leaues vnspred And on my knee inuites thee rest thy head Stay but a while Phoebe to teltale is She her Endimion I le my Phoebe kisse V. ALTO WHe ther so fast see how the kindly kindly flowers perfume the aire

faining 3 Why is youth with beauty graft vnfeeleing Iudge of vnkindnesse Spotting loue with the foule report of crueltie and blindnesse Forceing to vnkind complaints the Queene of all diuinenesse 4 Stint thy teares faire Seaborne Queene greife in vaine lamented When desire hath burnt his hart that thee hath discontented Then to late the scorne of youth by age shall be repented IX ALTO VNderneth a Cypris shade the Queene of Loue sate mour ning casting downe the Ro sie wreathes her heauenly brow a-dorning quenching fi'rie sighes with teares quenching ij but yet her hart still burning but yet her hart but ij still bur ning quenching fi ' rie sighes with teares quenching ij but yet her hart still burning but yet her hart but yet her hart still bur ning IX BASSO VNderneth a The Queene of Loue sate mourning casting down the Rosie wreathes her heauenly brow adoring quenching si'rie sighes fi'rie sighes with teares quench ij but yet her hart but yet her hart her hart still burning quenching si'rie sighes si'rie sighes with teares quench ij but yet her hart but yet her hart her hart still burning IX TENORE VNderneth a Cypris shade the Queene of Loue sate mourning casting downe the Rosy wreathes her heauenly brow ado ring quenching fi'rie fi'rie fi'rie sighes with teares quench ij but yet her hart yet her hart still burning but ij but ij quenching fi'rie fi'rie sighes with teares quench ij but yet her hart yet her hart still burning but ij but ij For his vnfortunate friend William Harwood X. CANTO SOund wo full plaints in hils and woods Fly my cries to the skies Melt mine eies and hart lan guish Not for the want of friends or goods make I moane though alone thus I groane by soules an guish Time friends chance goods might againe re-couer Black woes sad griefes ore my life doe houer Since my losse is with dispaire No blest Star to me shine faire All my mirth turne to mourning Hart lament for hope is gon is gon Musick leaue I le learne to moane Sorrowes the sads a dor ning Since my c. Aye mee my daies of blisse are done Sorrowing must I sing nothing can relieue mee Eclipsed is my glorious Sunne And mischance doth aduance horrors lance still to greiue mee Poore hart ill happ hath all ioy bereft thee Gon's the sole good which the Fates had left mee Whose estate is like to mine Fortune doth my weale repine Enuying my one pleasure Patience must mee assure other plaster can not cure Therefore in this my treasure For his vnfortunate friend William Harwood X. ALTO SOund wofull plaints in hills woods flie my cries to the Skies flie ij melt mine eies hart languish not for the want of friends or goods of ij make I moane though a-lone thus I grone by souls an guish time friēds chāce goods might again recouer black woes sad griefs ore my life doe houer since my losse is with dispaire no blest Star to mee shine faire all my mirth turne to mourning hart lament lament hart la ment for hope is gone Musick leaue I le leaue to moane sorrowes the sads ador ning Since my c. For his vnfortunate friend William Harwood X. BASSO SOund woefull plaints in hills and woods flie my cries to the skies flie ij melt mine eies hart languish not for the want of friends not for ii or goods make I moane though a lone thus I groan by soules an guish time frinds chance goods might a gaine re-couer black woes sad griefes ore my life doe houer since my losse is with disparie no blest Star to mee shine faire all my mirth turn to mourning hart la ment for hope is gon Musick leaue I le learne to moane sorrowes the sads adorning since my c. For his vnfortunate friend William Harwood X. TENORE SOund woefull plaints in hills and woods flie my cries to the skies flie ij melt mine eies and hart languish not for the want of frinds or goods of ij make I moane though a-lone thus I grone by souls an guish time friends chance goods might a gaine reco-uer black woes sad griefes ore my life ore my life do houer since my losse is with dispaire no blest Star to mee shine faire all my merth turne to mourning hart la ij hart ij hart ij for hope is gon Musick leaue I learne to moane sorrows the sads ador ning since XI CANTO YOu that pine in long de sire helpe to cry Come Loue come Loue quench this bur ning fire Least through thy wound I die Least through thy wound I die Least through thy wound I die Come loue c. 2 Hope that tyres with vaine delay euer cryes Come loue come loue howers and yeares decay In time loues treasure lyes 3 All the day and all the night still I call Come loue come loue but my deare delight yealds no releefe at all 4 Her vnkindnesse scornes my moane that still shrykes Come loue come loue beauty pent alone dyes in her owne dislikes XI ALTO YOu that pine in long desire helpe to cry come Loue come Loue quench this burning fire burning fire least through thy wound I die least through thy wound I die least through thy wound least through thy wound I die come loue c. XI BASSO YOu that pine in long desire helpe to cry come Loue come Loue quench this burning fire least through thy wound I die I die least through thy wound I die least ij die come Loue c. XI TENORE YOu that pine in long desire helpe to crie come Loue quench this bur-ning fire least through thy wound I die least through thy wound I die least through thy wound I die least through thy wound I die come Loue c. XII CANTO LOoke Mistresse mine within this hol low brest See heere in closd a tombe of tender skin wherin fast lockt is framd a Phe-nix nest That saue your selfe is no passage in Witnesse the woūd that through your dart doth bleed And craues your cure and ij and ij since you haue done the deed Witnesse c. Wherefore most rare and Phenix rarely fine Behould once more the harmes I do possesse Regard the hart that through your fault doth pine Attending rest yet findeth no redresse For end waue wings and set your nest on fire Or pittie mee and grant my sweet desire XII ALTO LOoke Mistresse mine within this hollow brest see heere inclos'd a tombe of tender skin wherein fast lockt is fram'd a Phenix nest that saue your selfe there is no passage in there is no passage in Wit nesse the wound that through your dart doth bleed and craues your care and craues your care since haue done the deed Witnesse the c. XII BASSO LOoke mistres mine within this hollow brest see heere in-closd a tombe of tender skin wherein fast lockt is framd a Phenix nest that saue your selfe there is there is no passage in Witnesse the wound that through your dart

fire Did quicken mans con ceit and womens brest in spire The Gods that saw the good that mortals did ap proue With kinde and holy moode began to talke of loue Chorus Downe a downe 2 But during this accord a wonder strange to heare Whilst loue in deed and word most faihfull did appeare False semblance came in place by selocie attended And with a double face both loue and fancie blended Which made the gods forsake and men from fancie flie And maidens scorne a mate forsooth and so will I. Chorus Downe a downe c. Chorus XVI ALTO DOwne a c. And so sing I and ij with a downe with ij with a downe downe with a ij a downe a downe verses When Loue c. Chorus Downe a c. Chorus XVI BASSO DOwne a c. so sing I with a downe ij ij with a downe a downe a downe Verses When Loue c. Chorus Downe a c. Chorus XVI TENORE DOwne a c. And so sing I with a downe ij with a downe a with a downe a downe a downe downe Verses When Loue c. Chorus Downe a c. XVII CANTO DI-a-phe-ni-a like the Dafdown dillie White as the Sunne faire as the Lillie Heigh ho heigh ho how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as my Lambs Are be-lo ued of their dumbs How blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee I doe c. 2 Diaphenia like the spreading Roses That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses Faire sweete how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as each flower Loues the Sunnes life giuing power For dead thy breath to life might moue mee 3 Diaphenia like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed Deare ioy how I doe loue thee As the birds doe loue the spring Or the Bees their carefull king Then in requite sweete virgin loue mee XVII ALTO D I a phe-nia like the Dafdown dil-lie white as the Sunne faire as the Lillie Heigh ho heigh ho how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as my Lambs are beloued of their dambs how blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee I doe c. XVII BASSO D I-a-phe-ni-a like the Dafdown dillie white as the Sunne faire as the Lillie Heigh ho high ho how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as my Lambs are beloued of their dambs how blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee I doe c. XVII TENORE D I-aphe-ni-a like the daf down dillie white as the Sunne faire as the Lillie Heigh ho heigh ho how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as my Lambes are beloued of their dambs how blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee I doe loue c. XVIII CANTO BEautie sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her The winds blew calme the birds did sing The coole streames ranne be side her My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eie To see what was for bidden But better memory said fie So vaine de sire was chidden Hey no ny hey no ny hey ij hey nony no nony nony Hey c. Into a slumber then I fell When fond imagination Seemed to see but could not tell Her feature or her fashion But euen as Babes in dreames doe smile And sometime fall a-weeping So I a-wakt as wise this while As when I feel a sleeping Hey nonnie nonnie c. XVIII ALTO BEau-tie sate bathing by a spring wher fairest shades did hide her The winds blew calme the Birds did sing The coole streames ranne beeside her My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eie mine eye To see what was forbidden But better memory said fie so vaine desire was chidden Hey nony nonie hey ij hey ij nonie nonie hey ij Hey nonie c. XVIII BASSO BEautie sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her The windes blew calme the Birds did sing The coole streames ranne beside her bee-side her My wanton thoughts en tic'd mine eye To see what was forbidden But better memory said fie So vaine desire was chidden Hey nonie nonie hey ij nonie hey ij hey ij hey ij hey no nie Hey nonnie c. XVIII TENORE BEautie sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her The winds blew calme the birds did sing The coole streames ranne beside her beside her My wanton thoughts entic'd entic'd mine eie To see what was forbidden But better me-mory said fie So vaine desire was chidden Hey nony ij hey ij hey ij nony Hey c. XIX CANTO MVsick deare sollace to my thoughts neg lected Musick time sporter Musick time sporter to my most res pec ted Sound on sound on thy gol den harmony is such That whilst she doth vouchsafe her E-bon Lute to tuch By descant numbers I doe nimbly clime from Loues se cluse Vnto his Courts vn-to his Courts wher I in fresh attire at tire my Muse By descant c. 2 I doe compare her fingers swift resounding Vnto the heauens Sphaericall rebounding Harke harke she sings no forst but breathing sound I heare And such the concord Diapasons shee doth reare As when th' immortall god of nature from his seate aboue First formd words all fairely it combind combind by loue 3 Diuine Appollo bee not thou offended That by her better skill thy skils amended Schollers doe oft more lore then maisters theirs attaine Though thine the groūd all parts in one though she contain Yet maist thou triumph that thou hast a Scholler onely one That can her Lute to thine and to thy voice her voice attone XIX ALTO MVsicke deere selace to my thoughts neg-lected Musicke time sporter ij to my most res-pected Sound on sound on thy golden harmony is such That whilst shee doth vouchsafe her Ebon Lute to tuch By descant numbers I doe nim-bly clime from loues secluse vnto his Courts vnto his Courts where I in fresh attire at tire my Muse By descant numbers c. XIX BASSO MV-sick deere sollace to my thoughts neglected Musick time sporter Musick time sporter to my most respected Sound on sound on thy goulden harmony is such That whilst shee doth shee doth vouchsafe hre Ebon Lute to tuch By descant numbers I doe nimbly clime from Loues secluse Vnto his courts vnto his Courts where I in fresh attire at tire my Muse By descant c. XIX TENORE MVsick deare solace to my thoughts neglected Musick time sporter Musick time sporter to my most respected Sound on sound on thy golden harmony is such That whilst she doth she doth vouch safe her Ebon Lute to tuch By descant numbers I doe nimbly clime from Loues secluse vnto his Courts vnto his Courts where I in fresh attire at tire my Muse By descant c. XX. CANTO WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way And make this our chiefe ho ly day For though this Clime were blest of yore Yet was it ne-uer proud before O gracious King O ij O ij O ij of second Troy Ac cept of our vn fai ned ioy O c 2 Now th' Aire is