Come again,
Sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy

Come again,
That I may cease to mourn
Thro' thy unkind disdain;
For now, left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

Come again,
That I may cease to mourn
Thro' thy unkind disdain;
For now, left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

Lyrics from a renassance song by John Dowland,titled
Come again: Sweet Love Doth Now Invite

My mistress is as faire as fine,
milkwhite fingers, Cherry nose,
like twinckling daystarres lookes her eyne,
Lightning all things where she goes,
Faire as Phoebe though not so fickle:
smooth as glass though not so brickle

My heart is like a ball of snowe,
Melting at her lukewarm sight:
Her fiery lips like nightworms glowe,
Shining cleere as candlelight.
Neat she is, no feather lighter:
Bright she is, no dazie whiter

Lyrics from a renassance song by John Bennet titled The servant of his Mistress

Hey, ho! to the green-wood now let us go, Sing heave and ho!
And there shall we find both buck and doe, Sing heave and ho!
The hart and hind and the lit-tle pret-ty roe, Sing heave and ho!
Hey, ho! to the green-wood now

BYRD, William (1543-1623)