The true Lovers Happiness
Or, Nothing venture, Nothing have.
Shewing how an Apprentice made bold to court his Masters Daughter, got
her good will, and married her unknown to her Parents yet afterwards
her father seeing they loved eachother so intirely, he gave them a con-
siderable portion of money to set up with, and now they live in a happy
condition; this may serve for a pattern for others.
Their complements to you I will rehearse
According as they are printed down in verse.
Tune of, Amintas on the new-made Hay, or Loyal Lovers.
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Man.
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OH my Dearest come away,
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and hearken what thy love doth say
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As I am here I vow and swear
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I kindly will embrace thee;
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Thou need not fear my only dear
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that I shall eer disgrace thee.
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Ile be as honest as the day,
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thy vertues I will not bewray,
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No face alive shall ere dep[r]ive
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me of my dearest jewel,
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If thou deny I sure shall dye,
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then be not thou so cruel.
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many years I loved thee,
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therefore dearest pitty me,
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Thy very frown doth cast me down,
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thy smiles again revive me:
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Thou hast my heart wherer thou art
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then dont of love deprive me.
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Maid.
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O fie thou simple Prentice boy,
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how durst thou with me tick & toy?
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Or he so bold this to unfold
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unto thy mastes Daughter?
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If he should know, twould breed thy woe
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then what will follow after.
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I am my Fathers own delight
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This you may understand aright,
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No Daughter he hath else but me,
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which makes him highly prize me;
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Therefore be mute, leave off thy suit
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I friendly do advise thee.
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My Fathers anger pray you shun,
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Least you are utterly undone,
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The prison-grate will be your fate,
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if you run such adventures,
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Besides all this, if maids you kiss
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you forfeit your indentures.
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Man.
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Prithee dearest do not flout,
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At Easter next my time is out,
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And then I swear I will not care
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for master nor such Histories:
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But a wife ile have my life to sa[v]e,
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and your my only mistriss.
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Blame me not for sa[y]ing so,
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For love will creep [w]here it cannot go
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Had I not spoke, my heart had broke
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I could indure no longer:
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Though I did fight both day & night
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yet Cupid grew the stronger.
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Methinks I see thy lovely face
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As I do walk in any place,
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Thy chrystal eyes where Cupid lies,
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thy cheeks are like to Roses:
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Thy lips are sweet, when as we meet
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all vertue there incloses.
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Though I am poor and thou art rich
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Slight me not I thee beseech,
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You know my trade will keep a maid
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as well as yeoman Jarvis,
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If I get Pearl my dearest Girl,
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it shall be at thy service.
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Maid.
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Thy speeches I do much commend,
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Yet dare I not to condescend
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For fear I lose as I sup[p]ose,
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my fathers dear affection.
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Or el[s]e id yield to you the field,
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if I might have my election.
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Man.
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Never stand to complement,
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This doth give me no c[o]ntent,
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Tho father frown & mother f[r]own,
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yet none of them shall rout me,
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I am not in jest I do p[r]otest
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I cannot live without thee.
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Thus he gaind the Dams[e]ls love,
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And honest to her he did prove,
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He wedded her and bedd[e]d her
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although his Masters Daughter;
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He pleasd her well [th]e truth to tell,
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and parents love came after.
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For they gave them e[i]ghtsc[o]re pound
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wherby this coup[l]es j[o]ys were crownd
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Thus may you see in each d[e]gree
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this youth was well be[f]r[i]end[e]d,
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They live in peace, their goods increase
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and thus my Song is ended.
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