Table of Contents

Below is the table of contents as transcribed from Henry Lawes' 1653 edition of Ayres and Dialogues.

In general, Early Modern Songscapes identifies each song by its full first line in order to ensure consistency throughout the repository. However, we reproduce the table of contents as it appears in Lawes’ 1653 songbook, including its inconsistencies. For example, the table of contents identifies the first song as “Ariadne,” but elsewhere on this site the song is identified by its first line, "Theseus, O Theseus, hark! but yet in vain."

The TABLE, with the Names of those who were Authors of the Verses

Am I dispis’d because you say
Amarantha sweet and fair
Ask me why I send you here
Be gone, be gone thou perjur’d man
Careless of Love, and free from Fears
Chloris your selfe you so excell 
Cælia thy bright Angel’s Face
Canst thou love me, and yet doubt
Come my Lucasta
Come heavy Souls

Come, come thou glorious Object
Come my Sweet whilst every strain
Dearest do not now delay me
Farewell fair Saint

Gaze not on Swann’s
Give me more Love or more Disdain

He that love’s a Rosie Cheek
I long to sing the Seidge of Troy
If when the Sun at Noon
It is not that I love you lesse
Imbre lachrymarum largo
Ladies who gild the glitt'ring Noon
Lately on yonder swelling Bush
Lovely Chloris though thine eyes
The Day’s return’d
Till now I never did believe
Till I beheld fair Cælia’s Face
’Tis true fair Cælia
Thou art so Fair and Yong
’Tis Wine that inspir's
Two hundred minutes are run down
Venus redress a wrong
When thou poor Excommunicate
When on the Altar of my hand
While I listen to thy Voyce
Θέλω λέγειν Ἀτρείδας (Τῶν ἈΝΑΚΡΈΟΝΤΟΣ εἴς Λύραν. α´)
Inquel gelato core (TAVOLA)

Dialogues and Songs for two Voyces
Distressed Pilgrim, A Dialogue betwixt Cordanus and an Amorest
Aged man that mowes these Fields, A Dialogue betwixt Time and a Pilgrim
As Cælia rested in the shade, A Dialogue between Cleon and Cælia
Bacchus l’acchus fill our brains
Go thou Emblem of my heart
O the Fickle state of Lovers
Musick thou Queen of Souls

Ayres and Songs for three Voyces
Come Chloris, hie we to the Bower
Though my Torment far exceeds
If my Mistress fix her Eye
Keep on your Vaile
Thou Shepheard whose intentive eye
O now the certain Cause I know
Sing Fair Clorinda
Grieve not Dear Love
Ladyes whose smooth and Dainty Skin