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EBBA 30138

British Library - Roxburghe
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A Lovers desire for his best beloved:
OR,
Come away, come away, and doe not stay.
To an excellent new Court Tune.

NOw the spring is come, turne to thy Love
to thy Love, to thy Love, to thy Love,
make no delay:
While the flowers spring, & the birds do sing,
their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes,
and doe not stay,
Where I will fill thy lap full of flowres,
And cover thee with shadie bowres,
come away, come away, come away,
and doe not stay.

Shall I languish stil for my Love, for my love,
for my Love, for my Love, etc.
without relief:
Shall my faith so well approved,
now dispaire, now dispaire, etc,
unto my griefe:
Where shall beautie then be found,
But where vertue doth abound:
come away, come away, etc.
and do etc.

Flora here hath made a bed
for my Love, for my Love, etc.
with Roses red:
Phoebus beames to stay are bent,
for to yeeld, for to yeeld, etc.
my Love content:
And the pleasant Eglantine
Made with a thousand flowers fine:
come away, come away, etc.
and doe etc.

Harke how the Nightingale sweetly doth sing
for my Love, for my Love, etc.
the Lambes do play,
Pan, to please my Love, the Rocks makes to ring,
And doth pipe, and doth pipe, etc.
a roundelay.
She the pleasant rushy Brookes,
And every Flower for my Love lookes,
come away, come away,
and do not stay,

Beauties Queene with all her traine,
doth attend, doth attend etc.
upon my Deare:
Tripping Satyrs they do dance amaine,
to delight, to delight, etc.
her hath no phere.
Muses nine with Musicke sweet.
Do all attend my Love to meet
come away, come away, etc.
and doe etc.

Fairest fayre, now turne to thy Love,
to thy Love, to thy Love etc.
that loves thee best:
Sweet, let pitty move, grant love for love,
like the Dove, like the Dove, etc.
for ever rest.
Crowne thy delights with hopefull joyes,
Thy love revives, thy hate destroyes,
come away, come away, come away,
and do not stay.

The Second Part.
OR
The Womans answer.
To the same tune.

WHo ist that calleth me come away:
tis my Love, tis my etc.
most chearefull voice:
He looks cherefull as the bright day,
which doth make, which doth etc.
each heart rejoyce.
With flowers sweet Ile make my bed,
My lap a pillow for thy head.
come away, come etc.
and doe etc.

If thou doubtest, Sweetest prove,
that thy Love, that thy etc.
she lovd thee ever.
Nor nere think, deare, but I will be thy Dove
and from thee, and from etc.
Ile never sever:
Tis not beauty makes me proud,
For tis that heaven hath allowd
come away, come etc.
and do etc.

See the lovely Queen of Flowres
she hath strewn, she hath etc.
thy way to trace:
Trees do bend to make thee bowers,
Satyrs peep, Satyrs etc
to see thy face:
Lambes to please thee leap and skip,
And little Fairies trip.
come away, come etc.
and doe etc

Woods yeeld pleasant harmony,
for my Love, for my etc.
the Birds do sing,
Thy absence makes them seem to cry:
phillis crownes Phillis etc,
thee Summers King:
With a wreath of flowres sweet,
All the Nimphs my love do greet,
come away, come etc,
and doe etc.

Venus doth not stick to sweare
By her Doves, by her etc.
sheel steale my Love:
And as for Adon teares her haire,
her faire eyes, her faire etc.
much sorrow proves:
But for all the Indian wealth,
None shall have him but my selfe:
come away, come etc
and do not stay:

Like the words eye my Love doth appeare
when his steeds, when his etc.
approach the morne:
And his face the Clowds doe cleare,
dims the stars, dims the etc,
and Cynthias horne:
Now I am in my marriage bed,
See my armes for thee are spred,
come away, come away, come away,
and doe not stay.


Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke FINIS

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