A Serious Discourse between two Lovers.
This Song will teach young Men to woo,
And shew young Maidens what to do;
Nay it will learn them to be cunning too,
To the Tune of, When Sol will cast no Light, Or, Deep in Love.
J. Wade.
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MY pretty little Rogue
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do but come hither,
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With thee I'le not collogue,
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if thou[']lt consider,
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The paines for thee I've took,
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Cupid so wounded me,
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But now I'me in the Brook,
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if thou dost not love me.
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I'le forsake all my Kin,
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Father and Mother
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I value not a Pin,
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or any other,
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'Tis only thy sweet face,
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the which doth move me.
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And I think thou hast some grace,
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and thoul't love me.
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Riches I'le promise none,
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nor no great Treasure,
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Because I'le do no wrong,
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to thee my Pleasure;
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But all that e're I have
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thou shalt command it,
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And I'le maintain thee brave,
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thou'st understand it.
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My Word nor yet my Oath
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shall not be broken.
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Then take this suggared kiss
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in sign of Love's Token.
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My heart is firm and true,
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then let pitty move thee,
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I'le not seek for a new,
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if thou'lt but love me.
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GOod Sir I thank you fine
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for what is spoken,
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But all's not gold that shines,
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and as for your token,
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I shall not it receive,
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though you do prove me,
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My joy thou'lt nere bereave,
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for I cannot love thee.
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Young men can swear and lie,
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but who will believe them,
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All goodness they defie,
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and it nere grieves them.
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Only to tempt a Maid
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by their delusion,
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Therefore I am afraid
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'twill breed confusion.
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A Maid had need beware
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that doth mean honest,
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Lest she fall in a snare,
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when they do promise;
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For they'le vow and sware
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they'le never leave you,
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But when they know your mind,
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then they'le deceive you.
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Therefore I will be wise,
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lest I be taken
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In a fools Paradise,
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and then be forsaken,
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I'le put no trust in man
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to one or other,
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Let them do what they can,
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if't were my brother.
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My Dear you do but jest,
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I may boldly speak it,
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Of all I love thee best,
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prithee so take it,
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There is no flesh alive,
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ever shall move me;
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If thou wilt be my wife,
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I'le dearly love thee.
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Servants on thee shall tend,
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and come at thy pleasure,
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For I will be thy friend,
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to bring thee Treasure.
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What canst thee wish for more?
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then do but prove me,
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And thou shalt plainly find
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how dear I love thee.
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For means thou shalt not want,
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if I do gain thee.
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I have good house and land,
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for to maintain thee.
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I have good Sheep i'th field,
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and Beasts that's proving,
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All is at thy command,
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if thou'lt be loving.
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I'le give thee gold my Dear,
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I'le give thee Mony,
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Then thou needs not to fear,
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I'le be thy honey.
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No Lady in the Land,
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ever shall move me.
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Thou'lt have my heart and hand,
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if thou'lt but love me.
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Your words are very fair,
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I much commend you,
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Seeing you are so rare,
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thus I'le befriend you.
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Though at first I was Coy
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'twas but to prove thee,
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Yet now I'le be thy joy,
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and dearly love thee,
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The Young man hearing this,
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by the hand took her,
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The bargain seal'd with a kiss,
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he nere forsook her,
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But straight to Church they went,
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things were so carried,
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He gave his Love content,
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when they was married
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Thus all young Maids may find,
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young men are honest
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If they bear the like mind,
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true to their promise.
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But if they falsifie,
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who can believe them,
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And when they have lost their Loves
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then it doth grieve them.
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