His helmet, now, shall make a hive for bees, But though from Court to cottage he depart, And when he saddest sits, in homely cell, Goddess! Allow this aged man his right! WAKE, sweet love! Thou art returned, Only herself hath seemèd fair; She only could I love; She only drave me to despair, When she unkind did prove. Let love which never, absent, dies; That I my joys might end, If she esteem thee now ought worth; Which so despair hath proved. If she, at last, reward thy love When thou with her doth meet; OME, heavy Sleep, the Image of true Death, Come, Shadow of my End, and Shape of Rest, WAY with these self-loving lads, And forceth none to kiss the rod. God CUPID's shaft, like Destiny, What fools are they, that have not known 100 DOWLAND'S FIRST BOOK OF SONGS OR AIRS. My songs, they be CYNTHIA'S praise: On every tree, I write her name, Where HONOUR, CUPID's rival is, If CYNTHIA crave her ring of me, The worth that worthiness should move Sweet saint, 'tis true, you worthy be, Yet, without love, nought worth to me. JOHN DOWLAND, Bachelor of Music, &c., and Lutenist to CHRISTIAN IV., King of Denmark. THE SECOND BOOK OF SONGS OR AIRS. 1600. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE LADY LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD. XCELLENT Lady! I send unto your Ladyship from the Court of a foreign Prince, this Volume of my Second Labours, as to the worthiest Patronness of Music; which is the noblest of all sciences. For the whole frame of Nature is nothing but Harmony, as well in souls, as [in] bodies. And because I am now removed from your sight, I will speak boldly; that your Ladyship shall be unthankful to Nature herself, if you do not love and defend that Art, by which she hath given you so well tuned a mind! Your Ladyship hath in yourself, an excellent agreement of many virtues; of which, though I admire all, yet I am bound by my profession, to give especial honour to your knowledge of Music: which, in the judgement of ancient times, was so proper an excellency in women, that the Muses took their name from it; and yet so rare, that the world durst imagine but Nine of them. I most humbly beseech your Ladyship to receive this work into your favour; and the rather, because it cometh far, to beg it of you. From Elsinore in Denmark, the first of June, 1600. Your Ladyship's, in all humble devotion, JOHN DOWLAND. To the Right Noble and Virtuous Lady LUCY, Countess of BEDFORD, GEORGE]. EASTLAND. To J. DOWLAND'S Lute. L UTE! Arise, and charm the air, E ver to dwell in concord there! By this, thy tunes may have access |