CUPIDS CURTESIE:
in the wooing of fair Sabina.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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AS on a day Sabina fell asleep,
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Into her bower it was my chance to creep,
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I first spake soft,
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I first spake soft,
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I first spake soft,
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then loud unto my dear,
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Which fair Sabina heard
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but would not hear.
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When I perceiv'd she did but wink and wake,
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Unto my self more courage did I take,
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And thought it best,
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And thought it best,
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And thought it best,
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and fittest time to woe,
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The which Sabina knew
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but would not know.
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Then did I lay me by her on the grownd,
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Whereas I first Sabina sleeping found,
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Then did I touch,
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Then did I touch,
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Then did I touch,
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her pretty foot and heel,
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The which Sabina felt,
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but would not feel.
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When I had first perform'd this trick of love
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A maiden-blush her eye-lids seem'd to move,
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But yet she slept,
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But yet she slept,
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But yet she slept,
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with wakeful winking eye,
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But still Sabina lay,
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but would not lye.
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Then marks of beauty on her cheeks I spi'd,
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With fair Vermillion blushes sweetly dy'd
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Where Cupids lips,
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Where Cupids lips,
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Where Cupids lips,
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a dainty Kiss might crave,
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Which fair Sabina had,
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but would not have.
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Thus when that I by beauties kind command
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Had felt the sweetest moysture of her hand,
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With quaking fear,
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With quaking fear,
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With quaking fear,
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I pul'd my hand away,
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So was Sabina coy,
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but said not nay.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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Now fearing lest my boldness should offend,
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God Cupid I desired for my friend,
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with golden Bow,
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with golden Bow,
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with golden Bow,
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to shoot a shaft of love,
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The which Sabina prov'd,
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but could not prove.
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When I had practis'd every way but one,
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Unto my dearest dear I made my moan,
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Sweet grant me love,
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Sweet grant me love,
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Sweet grant me love,
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O now me love or never,
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Which fair Sabina gave,
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but was no giver.
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Yet all this while I did my dear no wrong,
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Though she was dumb, yet had my love a tongue
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To plead for love,
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To plead for love,
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To plead for love,
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unto my fairest fair,
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For which Sabina card,
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but would not care.
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For my hearts woe Sabina could not weep,
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For she presum'd I thought her still asleep,
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And so I did,
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And so I did,
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And so I did,
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and will do while I live,
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In that Sabina gave,
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but would not give.
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A womans love which secretly doth hide it,
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Will soon grow fickle if once she be deny'd it,
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Yet sheel say nay,
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Yet sheel say nay,
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Yet sheel say nay,
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and so I must say too,
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Thus was Sabina woo'd,
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but would not woe.
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With kisses kindly from her I did part,
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She to my love, and gave to me her heart,
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which I will keep,
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which I will keep,
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which I will keep,
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tide up in chains of gold,
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For what Sabina had,
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she could not hold.
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