Thy mind is fayrer then thy face or eyes; The treasures of a minde vertuous and chaste. But he that shall for both of these esteeme thee, x.* Loue the delight of all well thinking minds, Vertue the highest good that reason finds, Reason the fire wherein mens thoughts be proou'd; (Part 2.) Beautie her couer is the eyes true pleasure: In honours fame she liues: the eares sweet musicke; Excesse of wonder growes from her true measure, Her worth is passions wound and passions physicke: From her true heart clear springs of wisdome flow, Which imag'd in her words and deed men know. (Part 3.) Time faine would stay that she might neuer leaue her; Containing • Basses. Mottects or Grave Chamber Musique. songs of fiue parts of seuerall sorts, some ful, and some verse and chorus. But all fit for voyces and vials, with an Organ part; which for want of Organs, may be performed on Virginals, Base-Lvte, Bandora or Irish Harpe. Also a mourning song of sixe parts for the death of the late Right Honorable Sir Fulke Grevil, Knight of the Honourable Order of the Bath, Lord Brooke, Baron Brooke of Beauchamps Court, in the Countie of Warwicke, and of his Maiesties most Honourable Priuie Councell, &c. Composed according to the rules of Art, by M[artin] P[eersons] Batcheler of Musique. London, printed by William Stansby 1630. Dedicated to Robert, Lord Brooke, Baron Brooke of Beauchamps Court in the Countie of Warwicke. Contains 25 pieces of musick. The The heauens know their owne and do maintaine her; xi. Cvpid my prettie boye, leaue off thy crying, Thou shalt haue bels and apples, be not peeuish: Tell mee, sweete boy, doth Mira's beautie thretten : xii. Who trusts for trust, or hopes of loue for loue, (Second part.) Who thinkes that sorrows felt, desires hidden, Where shall a sorrow great enough bee sought * Upon Sir Fulke Grevill, see title. Part (Part 2.) Dead, noble Brooke, shall be to us a name J. H. ¶ Folly in Print, or, a Book of Rymes. London, printed in the year 1667. Licensed by L'Estrange, May 15, 1667, and contains the lucubrations of a soldier who served in the Dutch and Spanish wars. His name was probably Reymund, and he was intimate or connected with several branches of the noble family of Bellasise. The "rymes" are chiefly lyrical and amatory, with some occasional pieces, rather too volatile and humorous, though sanctioned by the manners of that licentious age. They are introduced with a short address "To One is "a Ballad on a friend's wedding, to the tune of Sir John Suckling's Ballad." The introductory lines, and first two stanzas, may be given. "As an attendant on Sir John I wait without comparison, Great difference is in our pen And something in the maids and men, I do not write to get a name. At best, this is but ballad fame, And Suckling hath shut up that door, Y 2 Now "To the Reader. "COURTEOUS READER, "The whole world (imaginably) is but one great market; and all mankind in it, are distinguish'd into buyers and sellers, who either truck for, or buy commodities; particularly in books, where for money or exchange, we take our choice, and in our own election please our selves; mens judgments, as their appetites, are very different; the market's free to buy or cheapen; who buyes upon the sellers word, may be deceived; who chooseth ill deceives himself. "I doe not promise for my book nor say 'tis good, but` here's variety, and each man (of his own pallat) is the certain judge: it may please some, to them 'tis good; by whom dis lik'd, to them as bad. "When the gazets* are cry'd, we buy in expectation of some thing new, yet though the news be ne're so good, in three days time 'tis laid aside, though we were pleased with our peny worth: I cannot expect a better fortune in this composition; 'tis now expos'd to your censure; if it meet with generous patrons, I am oblig'd to serve you agen and better, from your incouragement. Farewel." "The Cotsal Sheapheards, to the tune of Amarillis told her Swain. "All ye that love, or who pretends, Black-baggs, or vizards, who have friends, See here our Shepheardess, and Swain, Now Tom, if Suckling were alive, But since his wit hath left no heir, God bless the King and Queen." * This word was generally used for all diurnals. Bis. Amarillis why so coy, But thou who wilt forsake me. Bis. Dearest I forsake my sheep, And dying lye down at thy feet, Treason makes a goodly show; In extreamest winter cold, I hunt foxes from thy fould, But in thine abscence close mine eyes, Yet thou didst the other day, Hear Coridon to jeere me; Who said I was not yet so fair, Envy cannot make thee foul, Nor clownes can change their natures. Ile dye to tell the world that you Colin live, for I am thine, Happy Collin, fayrest maid, |