The Northampton-shire Lover, or a pleasant Dialogue betweene a Northampton-
shire Gentleman and a Marchants daughter of London.
To the tune of Falero lero lo.
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THou sweetest of complexion,
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whose beauty doth intice:
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My heart lives in subjection,
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thy love did it surprise:
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Let onely this suffice,
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thy vertues I doe know,
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Which maketh me to love thee,
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Fa lero lero lo.
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Wert thou not so regardlesse,
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of my most kindly offer,
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And Warden-like rewardlesse,
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wouldst entertaine my proffer,
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My Fathers richest coffer,
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on thee I would bestow,
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For still me thinkes I love thee.
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Of all my Predecessors,
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I am the onely heyre,
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That [liv]eth in North-hampton-shire,
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that country rich and faire:
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Yet howsoere I fare:
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my love shall not be slow:
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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My father being deceased,
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marke but my store of land,
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Which were my love appeased,
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should be at thy command:
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Doe not my love withstand,
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and thou my state shalt know:
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Three hundred goodly Akers,
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of fallow Land is mine,
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With threescore five halfe Akers,
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which next to them do joyne:
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For roodes and part of fetches,
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I have as many mo,
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Yet thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Unsowne doth lye so much more,
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from weeds and thistles cleere:
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Which cause shall be more fruitfull,
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is kept until next yeare:
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Wouldst thou imbrace thy Deere,
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all this thou shouldest have too,
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Full fifty head of goodly kine,
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my father free doth keepe,
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Three goodly teame of Horses,
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and full three thousand sheepe:
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Beside his swine and poultrey,
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then let not love be slow,
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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His tenements are many,
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built strong of lime and stone,
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In North-hampton standeth fixe,
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my father calls his owne:
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Thou let thy love be showne,
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to him that wooes thee so,
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo,
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What is it thou doth cause me,
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of thee to be rejected,
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My body hath by beautious maides,
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beene oftentimes affected:
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Yet I all love rejected,
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till thee I once did know:
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Thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Deere sweete regard my wounded heart,
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struck by the God of love:
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Which untill I obtaine thee,
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I know will nere remove:
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Then grant me love for love,
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on me thy love bestow:
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For thy vertues makes me love thee,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Fond man leave off thy wooing,
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for I thy love do shun,
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Dost thinke a Marchants daughter,
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by words so soone is won:
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Maides have beene oft undone,
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by mens most flattering show,
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Mens vices makes me hate thee,
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To love I cry no no.
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Men friendly seeme to woo us,
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when false they are in heart,
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Intending to undoe us,
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and so from us to part:
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Would all had their deserts,
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that prove to maidens so,
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Mens vices makes me hate thee,
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To love I cry no, no.
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The Second part, To the same tune.
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FOr all thy fathers riches,
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I doe not wey a straw:
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Young heires oft spend their coffers,
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in riot, pride, and law.
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Since first thy face I saw,
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my love to thee was flew:
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Mens vices makes me hate thee,
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To love I cry no, no.
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My father is as rich at Sea,
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as thine is on the land,
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Three goodly ships with Marchandise
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do float at his command:
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On wealth I do not stand,
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enough doth need no mo,
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Mens vices makes me hate thee,
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To love I cry no, no.
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Besides within the Citty heere,
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full plainely may be found:
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His Shop and full stuft Warehouses
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worth many hundred pound.
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Which doth to me redound,
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but yet I wish not so,
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Mens vices makes me hate thee,
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To love I cry no, no.
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Variety of Gallants,
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make shew of love to me,
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Who of me shall be slighted,
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just as I now slight thee:
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My dowry shall procure a man,
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whom firme in mind I know,
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But yet my love gainst all shall stand
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To love I cry no, no.
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You men in minde are fickle,
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yee love but by the houre,
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A maid may find a young man kinde,
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who instantly will lower,
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In all things men untrue doe prove,
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in promise they are slow:
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Therefore Ile bid adue to love,
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And still will cry no, no.
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But if I chance to match wi[t]h man
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North-hamptonshire Ile chuse:
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Because of minde those men are kind,
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the rest I will refuse.
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North-hamptonshire to London,
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was helper in her woe,
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Which is the cause I love them,
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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Which when this lusty gallant heard
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he seemd away to part:
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Pretending thereby for to try,
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the temper of her heart.
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For whether tongue and mind agreed
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by this he thought to know,
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And yet in heart he lov'd her.
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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The Damsell this perceiving,
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and noting this behaviour:
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Though fit to entertaine him,
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possest of all her favour:
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Which he enjoyd with full consent.
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so unto Church they goe.
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Where he espousd the maid he lov'd.
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Fa lero, lero lo.
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The fathers of these couple,
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death tooke into his hands,
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And they were full possessed,
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of all their goods and lands:
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They lived in prosperity,
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may all young men doe so,
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Let men and Maids remember this,
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love creepes wher't cannot goe.
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