The young mans kinde reply unto the comfortlesse Mayde,
He grees with his Love in all shee hath sayd,
Shewing to her a part of his minde,
That he will be alwayes most loving and kinde.
To the tune Of the pride of Lester Shire.
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HArke, harke, me thinks I heare one speake
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what should this Eccho meane?
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I thinke it be my owne true Love,
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my faire and onely Dame:
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O why shouldst thou, my Philladay,
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complaine that I am gone,
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And knowest I am the onely man,
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that loveth thee alone?
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I am not gone away from thee,
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my onely hearts delight:
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But comfort thou shalt finde by me,
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by day and eke by night:
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My owne sweet Love, and Turtle Dove,
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be not disturbd in minde:
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For thou shalt finde, I will prove kinde,
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and never change againe.
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I promised thee for to be true,
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and so I will endure,
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Though I at first did prove thy heart,
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tis good for to be sure,
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To prove thy minde, and know thee kinde,
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for many false there be,
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And so mightst thou, for ought I know,
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have proved unto me.
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Though I did make a vow to thee,
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and pawned with thee my heart,
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Yet thou hast spoken unto me,
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as though thou wouldst depart:
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But now I find thee true and kinde,
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and I the like will be:
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Whilst death doth part, my tender heart,
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I will not part with thee:
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All you kind hearts that have true loves,
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by me example take:
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And have a care, whereto you sweare
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for the Almighties sake:
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Doe not goe on as I have done,
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to breed a Maydens smart:
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But turne in time, in heart and minde,
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and ease your true Loves heart.
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Would God I ner had wrongd my Love,
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nor beene to her unkinde:
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Then should she have no cause to mourne,
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nor be disturbd in minde:
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But being its so, I well doe know,
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I must unto her goe;
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And speake my minde, in loving kinde,
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and ease her of her woe.
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Come, come, sweet heart, doe not repent,
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nor wrastle in despaire,
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Though I to thee have beene unkind,
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Ile ease thee of thy care:
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For I will prove constant in love,
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as alwayes thou shalt finde,
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I will be true, not change for new,
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but alwayes will be kinde.
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Come, Love, lets speake no more of this,
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but faithfully lets joyne:
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And looke before what was amisse,
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I meane for to amend:
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Come let us now, performe our vow,
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and make no more adoe:
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But let us joyne in heart and minde,
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and so to Church lets goe.
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And so these Lovers made an end,
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of these their former words:
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One loved the other heartily,
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not breeding no discords:
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In peace I pray long live they may,
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and all true Lovers else:
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What ere they be, or what degree,
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so much is spoke of mee.
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