Ile never Love thee more
being a true Love Song between a young
Man and a Maid. To a new Tune called, O no, no, no not yet.
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M Y dear and only love take heed,
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how you your self dispose
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And let no wandring lovers feed,
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on such like looks as those,
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Ile marble wall thee round about,
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being built without a door,
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Where if thy heart but once break out
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Il never love thee more,
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Let not their oaths (like Gollies shot)
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make any breach at all,
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For smoothness of their cunning plots
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which way to scale the wall:
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For balls of wild fire loud consume,
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the shrine that I adore,
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But if such smoak about thee fume,
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Ile never love thee more .
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I know thy vertues are so strong,
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theyle suffer no surprise,
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Maintained by my love so long,
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at last the siege must rise,
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And leave the ruler in such health,
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and state it was before,
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But if thou prove a common wealth,
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Ile never etc.
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Or if by fraud or by consent,
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my heart to ruine come,
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Ile nere sound Trumpet as I meant,
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nor march by sound of Drum,
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But hold mine arms and Ensigns up,
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thy falshood to deplore,
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And after such a common cup,
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Ile never. etc.
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Ile do by thee as Nero did
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when Rome was set on fire,
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Not only all releif forbid,
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but backwards quite retire:
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And scorn to shed a tear to see,
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thy spirit grown so poor,
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But smileing sing thus unto thee,
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Ile never etc.
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But if thou wilt continue true,
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Leander I will prove,
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As he to Hero I to you,
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will (swimming) drown for love
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O be not like to Cressida
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as now be lovers store,
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That I no cause may have to say,
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Ile never etc .
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If thou like Helena of Greece ,
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wilt falsifie thy word,
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Thy Jason for the golden Fleece
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like measure will afford,
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And choose some rare Penelope,
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with vertues to adore,
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That I may justly say to thee,
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Ile never etc.
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But if thy heart like milk white snow
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will melt and mollifie,
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Or as the Turtle true love show
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and for our parting dye,
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Then shall our loves fast setled be
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upon no sandy shore,
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And I will say my dear to thee,
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Ile love thee evermore.
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A Young man walked once alone
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abroad to take the Air
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It was his chance to meet a maid
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of beauty passing fair,
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He asked her in secrecy,
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down by him for to sit,
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She answered him with modesty
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oh no, no, no, not yet
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Forty Crowns I will give thee
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sweet heart in good red gold,
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To live with me and be my love
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say shall the bargain hold,
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She answered him most modestly
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and with a pregnant wit:
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A married wife I will not be,
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oh no etc.
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Gold and Silver are but dross,
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and soon will fade away,
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While vertue in a virgins breast,
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will have a longer stay,
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Then think me not to be so fond,
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and of so little wit:
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To sell away my liberty,
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oh no, etc.
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Some of our sex you say are weak
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and easie to be woon,
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But you shall find in all my way,
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your sugred words Ile shun
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I will not overtaken be,
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in any thing unfit
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Nor trust unto a tempting tongue
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oh no etc.
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Oh be not so unkind my dear,
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the young man then replide
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The tongue doth tell what pain & grief
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we lovers do abide,
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If hand and heart but once agree,
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commanded is the wit
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Then say no more my dear to me,
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oh no no, etc.
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If I should trust thy words quoth she,
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where falshood doth remain,
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To call my Virgins freedom back,
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I think it be but vain:
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Therefore to chuse a man to wed,
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requires the choycest wit,
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Then let me have a time to say,
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oh no, etc.
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The silver Moon shall shine by day
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the golden Sun by night
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Ere I leave (quoth he) the way,
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that leads me to delight
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For silence is a grant in love,
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and for a Maiden fit,
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Then say no more discourteously,
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oh no, no, etc.
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The young man and the maiden then
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became united friends,
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She liked of him and he of her,
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and so their woeing ends,
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And she the married life did choose,
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as it was reason fit,
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where neither of them answered more
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oh no, no, no, not yet.
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