The flattering young Man and the modest Maid.
To be Sung to the pleasant Tune of, The Duke of Florence March.
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The young Man's Affection.
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OFt have I vow'd to love no one,
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but when I think on thee,
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I have no power for to give o're,
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thy Captive I must be;
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So many looks and graces dwells
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between these Lips and Eyes,
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That whosoever sees thy Face,
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must once be made a prize.
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2.
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Oft have I view'd thy comely parts
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from head unto the toe,
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Which makes me fry in Cupids flames,
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the truth of all is so;
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For when I ly upon my Bed,
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in hopes to take my rest,
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I cannot sleep to think on thee,
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whom I in heart love best.
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3.
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Oft have I Kist thy Rudie Lips,
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which are more rare and sweet,
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Than Sugar and the Cinamon,
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when they together meet.
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The sweet perfumed breath of thine,
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doth such great pleasure bring,
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That when I Kiss, it makes me think
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upon another thing,
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4.
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Oft have I in my folded Armes
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thy lovely Corps embrac'd,
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Whereby with thy sweet Company
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my Person hath been grac'd;
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But never could I so happy be
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to have my full delight,
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To daily Court and play with thee,
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and ly with thee all night:
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5.
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Oft have I much desired to hear,
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thy sweet melodious voice,
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Whose sugered Notes may seem to make
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a love sick Man rejoice;
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The pretty toys, the Female joys,
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and rare conceits of thine
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Must either make a pleasant cure,
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or kill this heart of mine,
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6.
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Oft have I took thee by the hand,
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a bargain for to make,
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And thou did also promise me
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thou wouldst not me forsake.
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Come now dear love, perform they vows,
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and ease me of my pain;
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Or else with Cupids piercing Dart
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my Heart will soon be slain.
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The modest Maids Reply.
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KInd Sir, I thank you for your love
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and proffers made to me,
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In any thing that fitting is,
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your servant I will be;
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But in some words that you have spo[ke]
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you greatly are to blame;
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Therefore leave off your fond discour[se]
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I cannot brook the same,
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2.
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Your praising of me over much,
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it doth not like me well;
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For some Men will dissemble most,
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when fairest words they tell.
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Even as the silly fish is caught,
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with a deluding Bait,
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So young men think to catch poor Mai[ds]
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by cunning and deceit.
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3
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Soft fire they say, sweet malt doth ma[ke]
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and some say haste makes waste,
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Some in their journey tyre themselves
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with running over fast:
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Strong Wines do soon inflame the Brain
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sweet meats do surfeits bring,
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And young Men make fair promise[s]
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when they mean no such thing,
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4,
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Oft have I heard a Proverb tol[d]
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in which I have a share,
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Happy the Maid, who by others harm
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can learn for to beware:
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This Lessons good for all young Maid[s]
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to learn and keep indeed,
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The better use they make thereof,
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the better they may speed.
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5,
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And now young Man I tell you true
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I tell you flat and plain:
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Except you mind to marry me,
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your labour is in vain.
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Its not the tempting looks of thine,
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nor thy inticing Tongue,
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Shall blemish the good Name of mine,
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nor do my body wrong.
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6,
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When as the young Man understoo[d]
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to what the Maid was bent,
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Most kindly he saluted her,
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and so away they went,
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He liked her, she liked him.
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matters were so well carried,
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That on the morrow morning next
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they Kist and after married.
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