W HEN LOVE, puft up with rage of high disdain, So that I live to pay a mortal fee. Like those, whom dreams make ugly monsters see, To starving minds, such is god CUPID's dish! To the tune of Non credo gia che piu infelice amante. HE FIRE to see my wrongs, for anger burneth; Time runs away for sorrow; To see my night of evils, which hath no morrow. To know my miseries; but, chaste and cruel, Yet still her eyes give to my flames, their fuel. Fire, burn me quite, till sense of burning leave me! Sea, drowned in thee, of tedious life bereave me ! Earth, take this earth, wherein my spirits languish ! Fame, say I was not born! Time, haste my dying hour! Fire, air, sea, earth, fame, time, place show your power! For hers am I, and death fears her displeasure. Though I be hers, she makes of me no treasure. To the same tune. HE Nightingale—as soon as April bringeth While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song book making. Her throat in tunes expresseth For THEREUS' force, on her chaste will prevailing. Thy thorn without! my thorn my heart invadeth. Alas, she hath no other cause of anguish But THEREUS' love; on her, by strong hand wroken; 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 some gladness! To the tune of Basciami vita mia. LEEP, baby mine, DESIRE!" Nurse BEAUTY singeth. "Thy cries, O baby! set mine head on aching." The babe cries "Way! thy love doth keep me waking." "Lully, lully, my babe! HOPE cradle bringeth; Unto my children always good rest taking." The babe cries "Way! thy love doth me keep waking." "Since, baby mine! from me, thy watching springeth, To the tune of the Spanish song Se tu señora FAIR! O sweet! when I do look on thee, Heart and soul do sing in me. This you hear is not my tongue, With a cruel answer stung. No! though tongue to roof be cleaved, Heart and soul do sing in me. O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree; Heart and soul do sing in me. Just accord all music makes: In thee just accord excelleth; Where each part in such peace dwelleth, Since then truth to all minds telleth Heart and soul do sing in me. O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, Heart and soul do sing in me. They that heaven have known, do say So then, since that heaven remaineth Heart and soul do sing in me. O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, Heart and soul do sing in me. Sweet! think not I am at ease, For no dumbness, nor death bringeth Heart and soul do sing in me. |