A Warning for Maides:
Or the false dissembling,, cogging,
Cunning, cozening young Man,
Who long did try and use his skill,
To wo a coy young Maid to his will
And when he had obtaind her love,
To her he very false did prove.
To a dainty new tune, called, No, no, not I.
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ALl in a May morning in the merry month of May
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into the green Meddowes I did take my way,
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There I heard a young Man to his Love make reply,
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But she answered him scornfully, no no not I.
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Sweet heart quoth this young Man, my love is intire,
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my heart is inflamed with Cupids hot fire.
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Your love I intreat, why should you deny?
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But she answered him scornfully, no, no not I.
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O sweet tis thy love that I doe so much crave,
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and I will maintain you still gallant and brave.
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Faire Mistresse, for your love I certain shall die,
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Quoth she, away foolish man, I care not I.
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Will you seek to wrong a Man in such a case?
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if I die for love, it will be your disgrace,
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I hope you will yeeld me some other reply.
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But she answered him scornfully, no, no not I.
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Sweet, have you no more regard of a young man?
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I will strive to doe thee all the good I can,
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Methinks you should yeeld unto me by and by,
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But she answered him scornfully, no, no not I.
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And if that all Maids should be of your mind,
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then what would or should become of us mankind?
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Sweet let you and I now try our destiny,
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But she answered him scornfully, no, no not I.
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Pray what is the reason? I am young and faire,
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besides you doe know I am my Fathers heire:
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Sweet let me intreat your love and courtesie,
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But she answered him scornfully, no, no not I.
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For vaulting or leaping, or such exercises,
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for dancing or skipping I still win the prises,
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Come grant me thy favour my pretty pigsnie,
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But she answered him scornfully, no, not I.
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I am in all parts most compleat like a man,
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and I can doe as much as any can:
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Then prethee sweet heart doe not my love deny,
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Now she answerd him kindly, sweet Love not I.
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If gold will content thee, why gold thou shalt have,
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or any thing else that thou canst wish or crave:
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Tis onely on thy love that I doe rely,
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Now she had forgot to say, no, no not I.
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The second Part, To the same tune.
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ILe be thy maintainer, thou shalt know no want,
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then let no disparagement my sweet heart daunt:
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Thou shalt be my Bride, and Ile love thee truly.
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This Maid had forgot to say, no, no not I.
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With sweet salutations these Lovers did part,
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he calld her his joy, and she calld him sweet heart,
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Yet after this young Man his Love did deny,
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As I will declare unto you, by and by.
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In little space after she met with her Deare,
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desiring of him some farther newes to heare:
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She wished him to marry her immediatly,
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But he answered her scornfully, no, no not I.
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Sweet Love, nere deny me, thou knowst I am thine,
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and thou oft didst promise that thou wouldst be mine:
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Now thy bitter answer makes me mourn and cry,
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To heare thee say unto me, no, no not I.
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Faire Mistresse, remember, when I sued to you,
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you made a scoffe at me, and from me you flew:
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Now Ile give you leave to sigh, sob, and cry,
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Though you are disposd to wed, so am not I.
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When first I came to thee, to aske thy good will,
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thou madst a scorne of me, now I am as ill,
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I will not be tide for to wed by and by:
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Though you are disposd to wed, so am not I.
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Quoth she, will you prove so perjurd unto me?
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I am sorry that ere I consented to thee:
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Let no Maid trust young-men, for theyl falsifie:
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Canst thou answer scornfully, no, no not I?
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Farewell thou false young-man, farewell and adue,
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the like said this wanton youth, farewell to you.
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Now I doe see Maidens can love men truely:
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But I never meane to wed, no, no not I.
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Was ever poore Maiden in such a like case,
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to yeeld to undoing, and such foule disgrace?
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I might have been wise, and still made this reply:
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I will never yeeld to thee, no, no not I.
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Ile never trust false young-man for his sake,
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I had warning before, yet no warning could take:
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These young-men will promise and present deny,
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Ile never trust false tongue more, no, no not I.
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Now shall I be mocked of other young Maids,
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theyl flout me, and say, see how her colour fades:
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She is sick for love, and forsooth theyl cry:
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Her Love now hath left her, and her doth deny.
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But I wish all them that laugh me to scorne,
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hereafter beware, and escape the like harm:
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For young-men are cunning, and full of policy:
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But Ile never trust them more, no, no not I.
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I am not the first that hath so been deceived,
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yet of a great number nere was one more grieved.
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But now alas I can find no remedy:
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Ile nere trust false young-man more, no, no not I.
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