Phillida flouts me.
OR, THE
Country Lovers Complaint.
Who seeks by all means for to win his Love,
But she doth scorn him, and disdainful prove;
Which makes him for to sigh, lament and cry,
He fears for Phillida, that he shall dye.
To a pleasant Tune, Or, Phillida flouts me.
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O What a Plague is Love,
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how shall I bear it?
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She will unconstant prove,
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I greatly fear it:
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It so torments my mind,
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that my strength faileth,
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She wavers with the wind,
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as the ship saileth,
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Please her the best you may,
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She looks another way,
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Alas and well a day,
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Phillida Flouts me.
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At the Fair, yesterday,
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she did pass by me,
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She lookt another way,
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and would not spy me.
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I wood her for to dine,
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I could not get her,
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Dick had her to the wine
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he might intreat her,
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With Daniel she did dance
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On me she would not glance
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O thrice unhappy chance,
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Philida Flouts me.
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Fair maid be not so coy,
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do not disdain me.
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I am thy Mothers boy
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sweet entertain me.
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Sheel give me when she dies
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all things thats fitting,
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Her Poultry and her Bees,
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and her Geese sitting.
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A pair of Mallerds beds
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A barrel ful of Shreds
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And yet for all these goods
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Phillida Flouts me.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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THou shalt eat curds & cream
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all the year lasting,
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And drink the Chrystal stream
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pleasant in tasting,
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Wig & whey till thou burst
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and bramble Berries:
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Pye-lid and Pasty crust
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Pears Plums and Cherries
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Thy Garment shall be thin,
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Made of a Wethers skin,
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All is not worth a Pin.
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Phillida Flouts me.
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Cupid hath shot his Dart
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and hath me wounded,
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It prickt my tender heart,
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and ner rebounded:
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I was a fool to scorn
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his Bow any Quiver,
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I am like one forlorn,
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sick of a Feaver:
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Now I may weep and mourn
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whilst with loves flams I burn
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Nothing will serve my turn,
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Phillida Flouts me.
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I am a lively Lad
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how ere she take me,
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I am not half so bad,
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as she would make me.
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Whether she smile or frown,
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she may deceive me,
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Ner a Girl in the Town,
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but fain would have me.
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Since she doth from me flye,
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Now I may sigh and dye,
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And never cease to cry
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Phillida Flouts me.
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In the last moneth of May,
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I made her Posies,
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I heard her often say,
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that she lovd Roses.
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Cowslips, and Jilly-flowers,
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and the white Lilly,
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I brought to deck the bowers,
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for my sweet Philly.
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But she did all disdain,
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And threw them back again,
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Therefore its flat and plain,
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Phillida Flouts me.
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Fair Maiden have a care
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and in time take me,
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I can have those as fair,
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if you forsake me.
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For Doll the Dairy Maid
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laught at me lately,
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And wanton Winifred
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favours me greatly.
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One cast milk on my cloaths
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Tother plaid with my nose,
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What wanton toys are those
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Phillida Flouts me.
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I cannot work and sleep
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all at a season,
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Grief wounds my heart so deep
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without all reason,
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I fade and pine away
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with grief and sorrow,
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I fall quite to decay
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like any shaddow,
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I shall be dead I fear
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within a thousand year
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All is for grief and care,
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Phillida Flouts me.
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She hath a clout of mine
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wrought with good Coventry,
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Which she keeps for a sign
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of my Fidelity.
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But in faith if she frown
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she shall not wear it,
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Ile give it Doll my maid,
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and she shall tear it.
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Since twill no better be
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Ile bear it patiently
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Yet all the world may see
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Phillida Flouts me.
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