1. Phyllis
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2. O Love, they wrong thee much
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O Love, O Love, they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter, bitter.
When thy rich fruit is such,
As nothing can be sweeter,
Sweeter, Fair house of joy and bliss;
Where truest pleasure is, I do adore,
I do adore, I do adore thee, I do adore thee;
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee, and fall before thee
and fall before thee; I know thee,
I serve thee, and fall before thee.
I know thee, I serve thee, and fall before thee,
and fall before thee.
3. At her fair hands
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At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted.
How often have my sighs declared my anguish,
Wherein I daily languish!
Yet still she doth procure it:
Heart, let her go, for I cannot endure it
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it.
But if the love that hath and still doth burn me
No love at length return me,
Out of my thoughts I'll set her:
Heart, let her go, O heart, I pray thee, let her!
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her?
4. Home of my heart
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5. You gentle nymphs
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You gentle nymphs that on the meadows play,
and oft relate the love of shepherds young;
Come, sit you down, for if you please to stay,
now you may hear an uncouth passion sung.
A youth there is, and I am that poor groom
that's fall'n in love, and cannot tell with whom.
6. Come pretty wag
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Come pretty wag and sing,
The suns all ripening wing,
fans up the wanton spring,
O let us both, let's both goe chant it,
O how fresh May doth flant it.
7. Ye thrilled me once
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Ye thrilled me once, ye mournful strains
Ye anthems of plaintive woe,
My spirit was sad when I was young;
Ah, sorrowful long-ago!
But since I have found the beauty of joy
I have done with proud dismay:
For howsoe'er man hug his care
The best of his art is gay.
And yet if voices of fancy's choir
Again in mine hear awake
Your old lament, 'tis dear to me still,
Nor all form memory's sake:
'This like the dirge of sorrow dead,
Whose tears are wiped away;
Or drops of the shower when rain is o'er,
That jewel the brightened day.
Input by Ferdinando Albeggiani
8. Better music ne'er were known
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