The Honest Woer,
His minde expressing in plaine and few tearmes
By which to his Mistris his love he confirmes.
To the tune of, Lulling beyond her.
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F Airest mistris cease your moane,
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spoile not your eyes with weeping,
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For certainely if one be gone,
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you may have another sweeting:
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I will not complement with oathes,
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nor speake you faire to prove you,
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But save your eyes to mend your clothes,
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for it is I that love you.
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I will not boast of substance great,
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wherewith I can endow you,
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Nor what apparell, not what meat,
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I'm able to allow you:
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You know tis time that all things tryes,
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let then my affection move you,
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And weepe no more, but save your eyes,
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for it is I that love you.
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If I should say your golden hayres,
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I should both lye and flatter,
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Why should I say thine eyes are stars,
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when there is no such matter.
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Every like is not the same,
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yet none I prize above you,
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To sigh so sore y'are much to blame,
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for it is I that love you.
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With courtly words I cannot court,
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like one whose tongue is filed,
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By subtile speakers in that sort,
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poore women are oft beguiled.
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I speake no more but what I meane,
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then doe as it doth behoove you,
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And doe not waste your teares in vaine,
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for it is I that love you.
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You may I know have choice of men,
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that many wayes excell me,
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But yet in love I passe all them,
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my conscience this doth tell me:
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Then let no riches buy my price,
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nor flattering words remove you,
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To sigh and sob you are very unwise,
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for it is I that love you.
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I am thy constant Pyramus ,
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be thou my constant Thysbe ,
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That such a match is made by us,
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let this a sealing kisse be:
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I never will revoke my vow,
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nor deeme any Lasse above you,
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Then dearest leave your sorrow now,
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for it is I that love you.
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Now if you doe my love deny,
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and bitterly refuse me,
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I will not say for love Ile dye,
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in that you shall excuse me:
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Some say so yet meane nothing lesse,
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but pitty I hope will move you
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Not to put me to that distresse,
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for it is I that love you.
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The second Part,
Being an answer of that Maiden kinde,
Correspondent to the plaine Yongmans minde.
To the same tune.
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A S the lost infant doth rejoyce
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when he hath found his mother,
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So am I glad to heare the voyce
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of you my constant lover:
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Beleeve me Harry , if you will,
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Once I so true doe prove you,
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Come when you will and welcome still,
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for it is that I love you .
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I loved a false disloyall youth,
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which caus'd my thus lamenting,
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For in his words there were no truth
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But subtle circumventing:
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You use plaine dealing which is best,
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so still it doth behoove you,
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And therefore set your heart at rest,
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for it is that I love you.
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And now henceforth I will give ore
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to weepe for him that jeeres me,
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And his affection ile abhorre,
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for no true love he beares mee:
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With you I will rejoyce my deare,
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let no false tales remove you,
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Beleeve not every newes you heare,
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for it is I that love you.
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As Hypocrats of Pontus Queene
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did follow her Mithridates ,
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Through uncouth woods and forrests great,
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so nothing shall separate us:
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Ile circulate the world with you,
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nought the shall from me remove you,
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Thinke not that I speake more than's true
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for it is I that love you.
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Nor Lucre'e , nor Penelope
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shall bee more chast than I will,
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Ere Ile forsake my honesty
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ten thousand deathes I dye will:
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You need not to repent your choyce,
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but let me true still prove you,
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And so wee shall together rejoyce,
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for it is I that love you.
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Judge not amisse because so soone
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I yeeld to your requesting,
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Love is a thing that ought to be done
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without any fraud or jesting:
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You love plaine dealing as you say,
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then why should I disprove you?
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Against my minde I can't say nay,
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for it is I that love you.
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And thus with minde reciprocall
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this couple were well matched,
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The Parson told the Parish all
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and then twas quite dispatched:
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I hope the love that twixt them past
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unto delight will move you,
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Each of them ba'd this phrase to th'last,
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for it is I that love you.
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