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Nicholas Lanier (1588-1666) : Weep no more my wearied eyes |
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Fire! fire! lo hire I burn (Campian) |
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Silly heart for bear |
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No more shall meads be deck'd with flowr's (Carew) |
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Mark how the blushful morn (Carew) |
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Love and I of late did part |
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Like hermit poor in pensive place obscure (Raleigh) |
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Neither sighs, nor tears, nor mourning |
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Stay, silly heart, and do not break |
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Nor com'st thou yet, my slothful love: Recitative |
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Tell me, shepherd, dost thou love? Dialogue |
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Robert Ramsey (fl. 1616-1644) : What tears, dear prince, can serve (Raleigh) |
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Go perjur'd man! and if you e'er return (Herrick) |
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Thou may'st be proud (Herrick) |
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Howl not, you ghosts and furies, while I sing: Dialogue (Herrick) |
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Alfonso (?) Bales (d. 1635) : Chloris sigh'd, and sang, and wept (Pembroke) |
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Shephen Mace (d. 1635) : Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan (Beaumont & Fletcher: The queen of Corinth) |
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John Jenkins (1592-1678) : Cease not, thou heav'nly-voiced glorious creature |
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Why sigh'st thou, shepherd? Dialogue (Randolph) |
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John Wilson (1595-1674) : Wherefore peep'st thou, envious day? (Donne?) |
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Take, o take those lips away (Beaumont & Fletcher: The bloody brothēr) |
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In a maiden time profess'd (Middleton: The witch) |
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Languish and despair, my heart! |
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Turn, turn thy beauteous face away (Beaumont & Fletcher: Love's cure) |
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Pity of beauty in distress |
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As tuned harp strings sad notes take |
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Since love hath in thine and mine eye |
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Awake, awake! the morn will never rise (Davenant) |
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In the merry month of May (Breton) |
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Thou great and good! could I but rate (Montrose) |
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From the fair lavinian shore |
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In a season all oppressed |
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Henry Lawes (1596-1662) : I rise and grieve |
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Speak, speak, at last reply |
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Or you, or I, nature did wrong! |
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Hard-hearted fair, if thou wilt not consent |
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Sweet stay awhile; why do you rise? (Donne) |
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Break heart in twain! fair ronile may see |
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Transcendent beauty, thou that art |
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O let me groan one word into thine ear (Pembroke) |
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Slide soft you silver floods |
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Out upon it, I have lov'd (Suckling) |
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Come from the dungeon to the throne (Cartwright: The royal slave) |
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Come my sweet while ev'ry strain (The royal slave) |
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Now the sun is fled (The royal slave) |
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Thou, o bright sun, who see'st all (The royal slave) |
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Wert thou yet fairer than thou art |
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Whither are all her false oaths blown? (Herrick) |
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'Tis but a frown, I prithee let me die |
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No, no, fair heretic, it cannot be (Suckling) |
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Will you know my mistress' face? |
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Sleep soft, you cold clay cinders that late clad |
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Bid me but live, and I will live (Herrick) |
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Go thou gentle whisp'ing wind (Carew) |
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When thou, poor excommunicate (Carew) |
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Have you e'er seen the morning sun (Hughes) |
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O tell me love! o tell me fate! (Hughes) |
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Beauty and love once fell at odds |
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O turn away those cruel eyes (Stanley) |
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As celia rested in the shade: Dialogue (Carew) |
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John Hilton (1599-1657) : Thou may'st be proud (Herrick) |
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Wilt thou forgive the sin where I begun? (Donne) |
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Am I despis'd because you say (Herrick) |
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Hang golden sleep upon her eyelids fair |
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If that I for thy sweet sake |
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You meaner beauties of the night (Wotton) |
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Rise, princely shepherd, and be arbiter: Dialogue |
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Charles Coleman (d. 1664) : Wake my adonis, do not die (Cartwright) |
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Bright Aurelia, I do owe |
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Wilt thou be gone, thou heartless man |
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Change, platonics, change for shame |
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How am I chang'd from what I was |
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When Celia I intend do flatter you |
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Did not you once, Lucinda, vow: Dialogue |
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Simon Ives (1600-1662) : Will Chloris cast her sun-bright eyes |
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Go bid the swan in silence die |
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Shepherd well met, I prithee tell: Dialogue |
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William Lawes (1602-1645) : Why should great beauty virtuous fame desire (Davenant) |
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Why so pale and wan, fond lover? (Suckling: Aglaura) |
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No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be (Aglaura) |
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To whom shall I camplain; to men or gods? |
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Pleasures, beauty, youth attend ye (Ford: The lady's trial) |
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Faith, be no longer coy |
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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may (Herrick) |
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Come adonis, come away (Tatham) |
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Charon, o Charon! hear a wretch oppress'd: Dialogue |
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William Webb (fl. 1620-1656) : As life what is so sweet |
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Go and bestride the southern wind |
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Pow'rful morpheus, let thy charms |
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Victorious beauty, though your eyes (Townshend) |
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Since 'tis my fate to be thy slave |
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Look back Castara from thine eye (Habington) |
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William Caesar (alias Smegergill) (fl. 1615-1667) : Blow gently passion in my fair one's breast |
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If any live that fain would prove |
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Forbear fond swain, I cannot love: Dialogue |
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George Jeffreys (d. 1685) : Drowsy phoebus, come away: Dialogue (Haustet: The rival friends) |
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Have pity, grief; I cannot pay (The rival friends) |
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Cruel! but once again (The rival friends) |
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John Atkins (d. 1671) : Wert thou yet fairer than thou art |
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This lady ripe and fair and fresh (Davenant: The just Italian) |
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When the chill Cherocco blows (Bonham) |
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I can love for an hour when I'm at leisure |
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Thomas Brewer (b. 1611) : Mistake me not, I am as cold as hot |
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O that mine eyes could melt into a flood |
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Thomas Blagrave (d. 1688) : What means this strangeness now of late? (Aytoun) |
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John Taylor (fl. 1637-1646) : Tell me not that I die, or live by thee (Tatham) |
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Lay that sullen garland by thee |
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Thomas Charles (?-?) : Why will you swear I am forsworn (Lovelace) |
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Jeremy Savile (d. 1665) : I will not trust thy tempting graces (Stanley) |
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Edward Coleman (d. 1669) : Why, dearest, should you weep (Cotton) |
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The glories of our birth and state (Shirley: Ajax und ulysses) |
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John Goodgroome (d. 1704) : Fret on, fond cupid, curse thy feeble bow |
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Dost see how unregarded now (Suckling) |
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Nicholas Lanier (1588-1666) : Weep no more my wearied eyes |
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Fire! fire! lo hire I burn (Campian) |
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Silly heart for bear |
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