11. MADRIGAL for Five Voices: 'MONGST thousands good, one wanton dame to finde, Amongst the roses grow some wicked weedes, For this was not to love but lust inclinde,

For love doth alwayes bring forth bounteous deedes, And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.

12. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

Now each flowry bancke of May,
Woves the streames that glide away,
Mountaines fan'd by a sweet gale,
Love the humble looking dale,
Windes the loued leaues doe kisse,
Each thing tasteth of loves blisse.
Onely I, though blest I be,

To be loued by desteny.

Loue confest by her sweet breath,
Whose love is life, whose hate is death.

L

13. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

is now olde, that erst at-tempting lasse,
To goddesse Venus consecrates her glasse,
For she herselfe hath now no use of one,
No dimpled cheekes hath she to gaze upon,
Shee cannot see her spring-time damaske grace,
Nor dare she looke upon her winter-face.

14. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. WHAT is our life? a play of passion, Our mirth the musicke of diuision, Our mother's wombes the trying houses be, Where we are drest for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharpe spectator is, That sits and markes still who doth act amisse, Our graves that hide us from the searching sun, Are like drawne curtaynes when the play is done. Thus march wee playing to our latest rest, Onely we dye in earnest, that's no iest.

15. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

AH deere hart, why doe you rise?

The light that shines comes from yours eyes,
The day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part,

O stay, or else my joyes will dye,
And perish in their infancie.

Ff

ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR MISTRIS.

16. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

FAIRE is the rose, yet fades with heate or colde,
Sweete are the violets, yet soon grow olde;

The lillie's white, yet in one day tis done,

White is the snow yet melts against the sunne.
So white so sweet was my faire mistris face,
Yet altred quite in one short hours space;
So short liu'd beautie a vaine glosse doth borrow,
Breathing delight to-day, but none to-morrow.

First of Part 17. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
NAY let me weepe, though others teares be spent,
Though all eyes dryed be, let mine be wet;
Unto thy graue ile pay this yeerely rent,

Thy liuelesse coarse, demands of me this debt.
I owe more teares then ever coarse did craue,
I pay more teares than ere was payd to graue.

Second Part of 18. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. NERE let the sunne with his deceiuing light, Seeke to make glad these watry eyes of mine; My sorrow sutes with melancholy night, I ioy in dole, in languishment I pine. My deerest friend is set, he was my sunne,

With whom my mirth, my ioy, and all is done.

Third Part of 19. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. YET if that age had frosted ore his head,

Or if his face had furrowed beene with yeeres,
I would not thus bemone that hee is dead

I might have beene more niggard of my teares.
But O the sunne new rose is gone to bed,
And lillies in their spring-time hang their head.

20. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

TRUST not too much, faire youth, unto thy feature,
Be not enamored of thy blushing hew;

Be gamesome whilst thou art a goodly creature,
The flowers will fade that in thy garden grew.
Sweet violets are gathered in their spring,
White prim it fals without en pittying.

See

There is no doubt that Syr Christopher Hatton, Knight of the Honourable Order of the Bath, wrote the Words of the above Twenty Madrigals, according to the Preface of the Work. See Dr. Boyce. an Account of Sir Christopher Hatton, Abbey Guide; also a very curious Monument of him. Hatton Garden was named after him.

Orlando Gibbons was Organist of King's College Chapel, Cambridge, and of the Chapels Royal of King James the First, in 1604: Batchelor in Music at Cambridge, 1606. He died at Canterbury, of the small pox, on Whit-Sunday, (which was on the 5th of June) 1625.

THE END.

ERRATA.

In the Glee," Are the white hours for ever fled," Page 5, in the second line, for make read mark.

In the Glee," Arise ye winds," in the 9th line, for Cruel, ah! how he swore, read Cruel, ah! cruel how he swore-and in the 11th and 12th lines, for

Next to the powers divine,

But see, O God of love! men's treachery:

read

Next to the powers divine but see,

O God of love! men's treachery :

The Madrigal, "O sing unto my roundelaie," is the Composition of Mr. Samuel Wesley, and not of Mr. Webbe, to whom it is given by mistake, in Page 228.

"Come live with me and be my love," the Poetry was written by Christopher Marlow, and not by Wm. Shakspeare, see Page 45.

"If love and all the world were young," the Poetry was written by Sir Walter Raleigh, (but they were published by Bell, under the name of Shakspeare, in a work of his Poems :)-See ENGLAND'S HELICON.

"What shaft of fate," Page 372, by Mr.S. Wesley, has been inserted by mistake as a Glee for Four Voices, but it is a Song by that Gentleman, with a Piano-forte Accompaniment.

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