see: F.Pilkington: First Booke, No.XVIII
see: W.Corkine: Ayres, No.XII
see: Th.Campion: Fovrth Booke, No.VII
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Doe not,
O do not prize thy beautie.
Beautie sate
bathing by a spring.
Goe to
bed sweete Muze, take thy rest.
Shall
I looke to ease my griefe.
What if I sped where I
least expected.
Sweete if you like
and loue me still.
Sease troubled
thoughts to sigh.
Scinthia Queene of Seas
and Lands.
Blame not my
cheekes.
There is a Garden
in her face.
Sweete
Loue my onely Treasure.
Thinkst thou Kate to
put me downe.
When will the
fountaine of my teares be drye.
Flye from the
world.
Happy he who
to sweete home retirde.
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see: W.Corkine: Ayres, No.IX
see: A.Ferrabosco: Ayres, No.XVII
see: P.Rosseter: A Booke of Ayres, No.XIIII
see: A.Ferrabosco: Ayres, No.XVI
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