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WHEN Love, puft
HEN Love, puft up with rage of high disdain,
Refolv'd to make me pattern of his might,
Like foe, whofe wits, inclin'd to deadly fpite,
Would often kill, to breed more feeling pain;

He would not, arm'd with beauty, only reign
On those affects which eafily yield to fight;
But virtue fets fo high, that reason's light,
For all his ftrife, can only bondage gain :

So that I live to pay a mortal fee, Dead-palfy fick of all my chiefeft parts,

Like those whom dreams make ugly monsters fee,
And can cry help with naught but groans and starts:

Longing to have, having no wit to wish,
To ftarving minds fuch is God Cupid's difh:

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To the TUNE of

Non credo gia che piu infelice Amante.

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'HE Fire, to fee my wrongs, for anger burneth The Air in rain for my affliction weepeth: The Sea to ebb, for grief, his flowing turneth; The Earth, with pity, dull the center keepeth ;

Fame is with wonder blazed; Time runs away for forrow;

Place ftandeth ftill amazed

To fee my night of evils, which hath no morrow.

Alas! a lovely She no pity taketh

To know my miseries; but, chaste and cruel,
My fall her glory maketh,

Yet ftill her eyes give to my flames their fuel.

II.

Fire! burn me quite, 'till fenfe of barning leave me; Air! let me draw no more thy breath in anguish ; Sea! drown'd in thee, of tedious life bereave me; Earth! take this earth, wherein my spirits languish:

Fame.

Fame, fay I was not born;

Time, hafte my dying hour ;

Place, fee my grave up-torn ;.

Fire, Air, Sea, Earth, Fame, Time, Place, fhew your pow'r.

Alas! from all their help I am exiled;

For hers am I, and Death fears her difpleasure.
Fie, Death! thou art beguiled,

Tho' I be hers, fhe makes of me no treasure.

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Unto her rested fenfe, a perfect waking,

While late bare earth, proud of new cloathing, fpringeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her fong-book making;

And mournfully bewailing,

Her throat in tunes expreffeth

What grief her breaft oppreffeth,"

For Thereus force on her chafte will prevailing.

O Philomela fair! O take fome gladness,
That here is jufter caufe of plaintful sadness:

Thine earth now fprings, mine fadeth;

Thy thorn without; my thorn my heart invadeth. :{DIA

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II.

Alas! fhe hath no other caufe of anguifh,
But Thereus' love, on her by ftrong-hand wroken,
Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish,
Full woman-like, complains her will was broken.

But I, who daily craving,
Cannot have to content me,
Have more cause to lament me,

Since wanting is more woe than too much having.

O Philomela fair! O take fome gladness,
That here is jufter cause of plaintful fadness:
Thine earth now fprings, mine fadeth ;
Thy thorn without; my thorn my heart invadeth.

To the Tune of Bafcia mi vita mia.

SLEEP, baby mine, Defire, nurse-beauty, fingeth;
Thy cries, O baby! fet mine head on aking:
The babe cries, 'Way, thy love doth keep me waking.

Lully, lully, my babe, Hope cradle bringeth
Unto my children alway good reft taking:
The babe cries, 'Way, thy love doth keep me waking.

Since, baby mine, from me thy watching fpringeth,
Sleep then a little, pap Content is making;

The babe cries, Nay, for that abide Iwaking.

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To the Tune of the Spanish Song,
Si tu fennora no dueles de mi.

Fair! Ofweet! when I do look on thee,
In whom all joys fo well agree,
Heart and foul do fing in me.

This you hear, is not my tongue,
Which once faid what I conceived ;
For it was of use bereaved,

With a cruel anfwer ftung.

No! though tongue to roof be cleaved,
Fearing left he chastised be,
Heart and foul do fing in me.

O fair! O fweet! &c.

Juft accord all mufick makes; In thee just accord excelleth,

Where each part in fuch peace dwelleth,

One of other beauty takes.
Since then truth to all minds telleth,

That in thee lives harmony,

Heart and foul do fing in me.

O fair! O fweet! &c.

They that heav'n have known, do fay,
That whofo that grace obtaineth,
To fee what fair fight there reigneth,
Forced are to fing alway:

So then fince that heav'n remaineth
In thy face I plainly fee,
Heart and foul do fing in me.

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