Sweet is the Lass that loves me.
A young Mans Resolution to prove constant to
his Sweet heart.
To the Tune of, Omnia vincit Amor,
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THe Damask Rose or Lilly fair,
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the Couslip and the Pansie,
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With my true Love cannot compare,
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for beauty nor for fancy:
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The fairest Dame she doth excel
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in all the World that may be:
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Which makes me thus her praise tell,
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so sweets the Lass that loves me,
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When first I saw her comely face,
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I much admir'd her beauty,
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And in my heart I did intend
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to proffer her all duty;
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Which willingly she did accept,
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so kind and loving was she:
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Which makes me, sing in each respect,
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So sweet's the Lass that loves me.
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Bright Cynthia in her richest Rabs,
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my Love doth much resemble.
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Whose beautious Beams such Rays afford
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as makes my heart to tremble,
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Her inward parts I much desire,
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her outward are so comely,
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Her Vertues all men does admire,
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So sweet's the Lass that loves me:
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Her face so fair, her parts so rare,
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are past imagination,
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All men admire where she abroad
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does go for recreation,
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But she is chast as she is fair,
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which to her fancy moves me,
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Her beauty is without compaire,
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So sweet's the Lass that loves me,
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Diana and her Virgin Nymphs,
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that haunts the Wooddy Valleys
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Free from reasort of play and sport,
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and with no Mankind dallies,
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Are not so chast, as is my love.
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no creature can disprove me,
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But rather help to bear a part,
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And swear she's sweet that loves me.
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Now to conclude, I ever wish
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she may enjoy high pleasure,
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And evermore have riches store,
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wanting no earthly Treasure,
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But while that she and I do live
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no creature e're shall move me,
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Nor alter once my mind from her,
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So sweet's the Lass that loves me.
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