An's life is but vain; for 'tis subject to pain, and sorrow,
and short as a buble; 'tis a hodge podge of business, and mony, and
care; and care, and mony, and trouble. But we'l take no care when the
weather proves fair, nor will we vex now though it rain; we'l banish
all sorrow, and sing till tomorrow, and Angle, and Angle again.
The ANGLERS song.
BASSUS. For two Voyces. By Mr. Henry Lawes.
An's life is but vain; for 'tis subiect to pain and sorrow, and
short as a buble, 'tis a hodge podge of business, and mony, and care;
and care, and mony, and trouble. But we'l take no care when the
weather proves fair, nor will we vex now though it rain; we'l banish
all sorrow, and sing till to morrow, and Angle, and Angle again.
Pet. I marry Sir, this is Musick indeed, this has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six Verses in praise of Musick, which I will speak to you instantly.
Musick, miraculous Rhetorick, that speak'st sense
Without a tongue, excelling eloquence;
With what ease might thy errors be excus'd
Wert thou as truly lov'd as th'art abus'd.
But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee,
I cannot hate thee, 'cause the Angels love thee.
Piscat. Well remembred, brother Peter, these Verses came seasonably. Come, we will all joine together, mine Hoste and all, and sing my Scholers Ketch over again, and then each man drink the tother cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads.
Pisc. Well now, good night to every body.
Pet. And so say I.
Viat. And so say I.