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_ dieu love _ dol _ eret _ fame _ fence cries _ lov _ pect _ ru _ _ solve _ tain _ tire _ tress _ turn _ vant _ ver sure adieu ALTO blind blood Thy bruise is witness dare not seek doth he hurt eret smart force a _ Full soon give for _ heart is frost J J J laws re _ less thoughts let flesh let here thy looks is led Lord love a _ love a boy love soon lost love un.true love mind is light mourn and melt once re _ quire ru _ ly Scorch se ver sure shun solve by fire song play'd sor _ row stray sub _ due suf _ fer tain sure tell truth TENOR ther thy grace Thy ser _ un _ ru untrue love vir _ gin whence wit _ ness
Page 13 - I was your heart, your soul, and treasure; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure : —Three days endured your love to me, And it was lost in other three! Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Page 10 - WOUNDED I am and dare not seek relief For this new stroke unseen but not unfelt ; No blood nor bruise is witness of my grief, But sighs and tears wherewith I mourn and melt. If I complain, my witness is suspect, If I contain, with cares I am undone: Sit still and die, tell truth and be reject ; O hateful choice, that sorrow cannot shun.
Page 9 - IS Love a boy ? What means he then to strike ? Or is he blind ? Why will he be a guide ? Is he a man ? Why doth he hurt his like ? Is he a god ? Why doth he men deride ? Not one of these, but one compact of all.
Page 9 - LOVE a boy, — what means he then to strike ? Or is he blind, — why will he be a guide ? Is he a man, — why doth he hurt his like ? Is he a god, — why doth he men deride ? No one of these, but one compact of all...
Page 11 - FROM Cytheron the warlike boy is fled, And smiling sits upon a virgin's lap, Thereby to train poor misers to the trap, Whom beauty draws with fancy to be fed. And when desire with eager looks is led, Then from her eyes The arrow flies, Feathered with flame, armed with a golden head. There careless thoughts are freed of that flame, Wherewith her thralls are scorched to the heart. If Love would so, would God...
Page 1 - THE object of this Edition is to present in an accessible form various works by English composers of the sixteenth， seventeenth， and eighteenth centuries， which would otherwise be difficult to obtain. It is intended to reprint a selection from the music hidden away in public and private libraries， which is almost unknown， except to antiquaries and collectors of rare books. Each volume will be accompanied by Introductions， Biographical Notices， and references to the authorities whence...