"To pass under your Lordship's favour and protection, hoping that by this occassion, these poor Songs of mine may happily yield some repose and recreation unto your Lordship's mind, &c." Byrd further states, that, should the present attempt be favourably received, "It shall encourage him to suffer some other things of more depth and skill to follow these, which being not yet finished, are of divers expected and desired." In his epistle to the reader (who probably was also the reviewer of 1588), he modestly says, "In the expressing of these Songs, either by voices or instruments, if there happen to be any jar or dissonance, blame not the printer, who, I do assure thee, through his great pains and diligence, doth here deliver to thee a perfect and true copy. If, in the composition of these Songs, there be any fault by me committed, I desire the skilful either with courtesy to let the same be concealed, or in friendly sort to be thereof admonished, and at the next impression, he shall find the error reformed; remembering always, that it is more easy to find a fault, than to amend it." Byrd was a musician of acknowledged merit and celebrity in his time, besides being an agreeable and respectable composer. One of his best known compositions at this day, perhaps, is "Non nobis Domini." He also was the author of several other musical works, published betwixt 1575 and 1618; for a list of which, see Burney, Hawkins, and Dr. Watt's Bibliotheca Britannica. Byrd died in 1623, aged eighty. BYRD'S SONGS. 5 TO AMARILLIS. THOUGH Amarillis dance in green, Yet since their eyes make hearts so sore, My sheep are lost for want of food, Her loving looks, her beauty bright, Ah wanton eyes, my friendly foes, Love ye who list, I force him not, Hey-ho! chil love no more. CUPID'S SENTENCE. WHO likes to love, let him take heed, Among the Gods it is decreed, That Love shall die; And every wight that takes his part, The cause of this as I have heard, Whose beauty he did not regard, Complain'd before the Gods above, The Gods did storm to hear this news, And there they swore, That sith he did such dames abuse He should no more Be God of Love, but that he should His bow and shafts they took away Before their eyes, And gave these dames a longer day For to devise Who should them keep, and they be bound That love for gold should not be found. BYRD'S SONGS. These ladies striving long, at last To give them to a maiden chast, Whom I did see; Who with the same did pierce my breast: MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. My mind to me a kingdom is, Such perfect joy therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That God or nature hath assign'd: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely port, nor wealthy store, No wilie wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; I see that plenty surfeits oft, Mishap doth threaten most of all; 7 I press to bear no haughty sway, I wish no more than may suffice, I do no more than well I may, Look what I want, my mind supplies; Lo, thus I triumph like a king, My mind's content with any thing. I laugh not at another's loss, My wealth is health and perfect ease, Thus do I live, thus will I die, WHERE FANCY FOND. WHERE fancy fond for pleasure pleads, There time it is to take my beads, And pray that beauty may prevail; Or else despair will win the field Where reason, hope, and pleasure yield. |