A delicate new Ditty composed upon the Posie of a Ring:
being, I fancie none but thee alone: sent as a New-years gift
by a Lover to his Sweet-heart.
To the tune of Dulcina.
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THou that 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 fancie 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 moane,
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for still I say,
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and will for aye,
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I fancie none but thee alone.
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Let not selfe conceit ore-straine 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 constrayned,
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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 moan,
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let not thy frown
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then me cast downe,
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Who fancies none but thee alone.
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Think what promise thou didst give me,
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when I first did thee behold,
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There thou vowdst thou wouldst not leave me
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for a masse of Indian gold,
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but now I find
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thou art unkind,
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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 knewst how deare I love thee,
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sure thou wouldst love me 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 ruld, we 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 Tytans rayes reflect thereon,
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on thee Ile shine,
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for thou art mine,
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I fancie none but thee alone.
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The second part, Or the Maidens kind Reply.
To the same tune.
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DEare I have receivd 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 thy owne,
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though I seeme strange,
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I will not change,
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I fancie none but thee alone.
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Thinke not that I will forgoe thee,
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though Im absent from thy sight,
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When I find my selfe kept from thee,
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Id be with thee day and night,
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but well thou knowst
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how I am crost,
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else should 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 fancie none but thee alone.
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This Proverbe hath oft beene used,
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she thats bound must needs obey,
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And thou seest how Im inclosed,
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from thy presence night and day,
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I dare not show
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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 mind
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shall be inclind,
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To fancie 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 to 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 melancholy fits,
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When I find 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 others sleepe;
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producing many agrievous groans,
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then thinke on me,
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as I on thee,
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And fancie none but me alone.
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No fastidious motions move me,
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to be from thy sight so long,
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Doe not then (my deare) reprove me,
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nor suspect I doe thee wrong,
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for he thou sure,
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I doe indure,
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in constancie 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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