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Third Part of 5. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. I see ambition' neuer pleasde,

I see some tantals starue in store,
I see golds dropsie seldome easd,

I see each Midas gape for more.
I neither want, nor yet abound,
Inough's a feast, content is crownd.

Fourth Part of 6. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. I

FAINE not friendship where I hate,

I fawne not on the great for grace,
I prise, I praise a meane estate

Ne yet too loftie, nor to base.
This is all my choise, my cheere,
A minde content and conscience cleere.

7. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. How art thou thrald, O poore dis-pised créature?

Sith by creation nature made thee free, O traiterous eyes to gaze so on her feature,

That quits with scorne thy deere lost libertie.

8. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. Farewell all ioyes ! O Hell !

Now restlesse cares my pillow, Sweet mirtle sbades farewell!

Now come sad cipresse and forlorne willow, She smiles, she laughs, she ioyes at my tormenting,

Tost on despaires blacke billowe, O let mee dye lamenting.

9. MADRIGAL for Five Voiecs.
Daintie fine bird, thou art encaged there,
Alas! how like, thine and my for-tuncs are ?
Both prisoners be, and both singing, thus
Strive to please her that bath imprisoned us ;
Onely thus we differ, thou and I,
Thou liu'st singing, but I sing and dye.

10. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. Faire ladies that to love capti-ued are,

And chast desires doe nourish in your minde Let not her fault, your sweet affections marre,

Ne blot the bountie of all woman-kinde:

11. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. 'Mongst thousands good, one wanton dame to finde,

Amongst the roses grow some wicked weedes, For this was not to love but lust inclinde,

For love doth alwayes bring forth bounteous deedes, And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.

12. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
Now each flowry bancke of May,
Woves the streames that glide away,
Mountaines fan'd by a sweet galc,
Love the humble looking dale,
Windes the loued leaues doe kisse,
Each thing tasteth of loves blisse.
Onely I, though blest I be,
To be loued by desteny.
Loue confest by her sweet breath,
Whose love is life, whose bate is death.

13. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. L

is now olde, that erst at-tempting lasse,
To goddesse Venus consecrates her glasse,
For she herselfe hath now no use of one,
No dimpled cheekes hath she to gaze upon,
Shee cannot see her spring-time damaske grace,
Nor dare she looke upon her winter-face.

14. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. What is our life : a play of passion, Our mirth the musicke of diuision, Our mother's wombes the trying houses be, Where we are drest for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharpe spectator is, That sits and markes still who doth act amisse, Our graves that bide us from the searching sun, Are like drawne curtaynes when the play is done. Thus march wee playing to our latest rest, Onely we dye in earnest, that's no iest.

15. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
Au deere hart, why doe you rise ?
The light that shines comes from yours eyes,
The day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part,
O sťay, or else my joyes will dye,
And perish in their infancie.

olde ;

On the DEATH OF MY DEAR Mistris.

16. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
Faire is the rose, yet fades with heate or colde,
Sweete are the violets, yet soon grow
The lillie's white, yet in one day tis done,
White is the snow yet melts against the sunne.
So white so sweet was my faire mistris face,
Yet altred quite in one short hours space ;
So short liu'd beautie a vaine glosse doth borrow,
Breathing delight to-day, but none to-morrow.

First of Part 17. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. Nay let me weepe, though others teares be spent,

Though all eyes dryed be, let mine be wet; Unto thy graue ile pay this yeerely rent,

Thy liuelesse coarse, demands of me this debt. I owe more teares then ever coarse did craue,

I pay more teares than ere was payd to graue.

Second Part of 18. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. Nere let the sunne with his deceiuing light,

Seeke to make glad these watry eyes of mine ; My sorrow sutes with melancholy night,

I ioy in dole, in languishment I pine. My deerest friend is set, he was my sunne,

With whom my mirth, my ioy, and all is done.

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