A delicate new Ditty composed upon the Posie of a Ring
being, I fancy none but thee alone : sent as a Newyeeres Gift
by a Lover to his Sweet-heart.
To the tune of Dulcina.
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T Hou who art so sweet a creature,
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that above all earthly joy
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I thee deeme for thy rare feature,
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kill me not by seeming coy,
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nor be thou mute,
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when this my suit
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into thy eares by love is blowne,
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but say by me,
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as I by thee:
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Hadst thou Cupids mothers beauty,
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and Dianaes chaste desires,
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Thinke on that which is thy duty,
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to fulfill what love requires,
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'tis love I aske,
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and tis thy taske
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to be propitious to my mone,
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for still I say,
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and will for aye,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Let not selfe-conceit ore-sway thee,
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woman was at first ordained,
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To serve man, though I obey thee,
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being by loves law constrained,
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my sobs and teares,
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true witnesse beares,
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of my hearts griefe and heavy mone,
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let not thy frowne
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then me cast downe,
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who fancies none but thee alone.
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Thinke what promise thou didst give me,
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when I first did thee behold,
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There thou vow'dst thou wouldst not leave me,
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for a masse of Indian gold.
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but now I finde
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thou art unkinde,
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all former vowes are past and gone,
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yet once againe,
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him entertaine,
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who fancies none but thee alone.
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Let my true affections move thee,
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to commiserate my paine,
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If thou knew'st how deare I love thee,
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sure thou wouldst love him againe:
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I thee affect:
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and more respect
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thy welfare then I doe mine owne:
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let this move thee
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to pitty me,
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who fancies none but thee alone.
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Why should women be obdurate,
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and mens proffers thus despise?
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Deare, be rul'd, we'le have a Curate,
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nuptiall rites to solemnize:
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thou Marigold,
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whose leaves unfold,
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when Tytanes rayes reflect thereon,
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on thee Ile shine,
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for thou art mine,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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The second part. Or, the Maidens kind Reply.
To the same Tune.
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D Eare, I have receiv'd thy token,
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and with it thy faithfull love,
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Prethee let no more be spoken,
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I to thee will constant prove,
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doe not despaire,
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nor live in care,
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for her who vowes to be thine owne,
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though I seeme strange,
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I will not change,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Thinke not that I will forgoe thee,
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though I'm absent from thy sight,
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If I knew how to come to thee:
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Ide be with thee day and night,
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But well thou know'st,
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how I am crost,
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else would my love to thee be showne,
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with free accord,
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yet take my word,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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This proverbe hath oft been used,
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She that's bound, must needs obey,
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And thou seest how I'm inclused,
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from thy presence night and day,
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I dare not shew
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what love I owe
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to thee, for feare it should be knowne,
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yet still my minde,
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shall be inclinde,
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To fancy none but thee alone.
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Though my body for a season,
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be absent from thee perforce,
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Yet I pray thee judge with reason,
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that I love thee nere the worse.
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Oh that I might
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enjoy thy sight,
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then should my love to thee be showne,
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then doe not thinke,
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her love te shrinke,
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who fancies none but thee alone.
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Many times I thinke upon thee,
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in my melancholly fits,
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When I finde my selfe kept from thee,
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it deprives me of my wits:
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oft times I weepe,
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when other sleepe,
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producing many a grievous groane,
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then thinke on me,
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as I on thee,
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and fancy none but mee alone.
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No fastidious motions mo[v]e me,
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to be from thy sight so long
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Doe not then (my deare) rep[r]ove me,
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nor suspect I doe thee wrong:
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For be thou sure,
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I doe endure
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in constancy surpast by none:
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I long to see
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the [time] that we,
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shall of two bodies be made one.
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