. An English garner; ingatherings from our history and literature. press-ing of them, either by Voices, or Instruments, is the life ofour labours, which is seldom or never well performed at thefirst singing or playing. Besides a Song that is well andartificially made cannot be well perceived nor understood atthe first hearing, but the oftner you shall hear it, the bettercause of liking you will discover: and commonly that Song isbest esteemed with which our Ears are most acquainted. AsI have done my best endeavour to give you content, so I beseechyou satisfy my desire in hearing them well expr
. An English garner; ingatherings from our history and literature. press-ing of them, either by Voices, or Instruments, is the life ofour labours, which is seldom or never well performed at thefirst singing or playing. Besides a Song that is well andartificially made cannot be well perceived nor understood atthe first hearing, but the oftner you shall hear it, the bettercause of liking you will discover: and commonly that Song isbest esteemed with which our Ears are most acquainted. AsI have done my best endeavour to give you content, so I beseechyou satisfy my desire in hearing them well expressed: andthen I doubt not, for Art and Air both of skilful and ignorantthey well deserve liking. Vale. Thine, W. Byrd. [1611]. 54 William Byrds Second Boor He eagles force Subdues each Bird that flies: What metal may resist the flaming fire? Doth not the Sun dazzle the clearest eyes? And melt the ice, and make the frost retire?Who can withstand a puissant Kingsdesire? The stiffest stones are pierced through with tools:The wisest are with Princes made but Of flattering speech with sugared words beware: Suspect the heart whose face doth fawn and smile,With trusting these the world is clogged with careAnd few there be can scape these Vipers Vile,With pleasing speech they promise and protestWhen hateful hearts lie hid within their breast. In Winter cold when tree and bush was bare. And frost had nipped the roots of tender grass,The Ants with joy did feed upon their fare, Which they had stored while Summer season was,To whom for food a Grasshopper did said she starved if they did help deny. OF Songs and Sonnets. 55 Whereat an Ant with long experience wise, And frost and snow had many Winters seen,Inquired what in Summer was her guise, Quoth she, I sing and hop in meadows green. Then quoth the Ant, content thee with thy chance,For to thy song, now art thou like to dance. Who looks may leap and save his shins from knocks, Who tries may trust, else flattering friends s
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