Disdaine me still, that I may euer loue.
Sweete stay a while, why will you ?
To aske for all thy loue.
Loue those beames that breede.
Shall I striue with wordes to moue.
VVere euery thought an eye.
Stay time a while thy flying.
Tell me true Loue.
Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest.
From silent night, true register of moanes.
Lasso vita mia, mi fa morire.
In this trembling shadow.
If that a Sinners sighes be Angels food.
Thou mighty God 1. part.
VVhen Dauids life by Saul. 2. part.
VVhen the poore Criple. 3. part.
VVhere Sinne sore wounding.
My heart and tongue were twinnes.
Vp merry Mates, to Neptunes praise.
VVelcome blacke night.
Cease these false sports.
A Galliard to Lachrimæ
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