The Politick young-man, Or, the Nimble-Pated Youngsters Forgeries.
He spyed a Mayden which well he did like,
He sought on her Anvil with's hammer to strike.
He tells her fine stories but all's counterfeit,
But he cannot catch her fast hold in his Net.
With diligent speeches he doth her implore,
To come to his Chamber and bar up the door.
To a pleasant new Tune, Or, come away to my Chamber and bar up the door.
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ALl hail thou Venus bright, or darling so that Queen,
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for thou art the Goddesse which I will adore,
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I like the God of war, have a stout Champion been,
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I'le lay down mine Arms and humbly implore.
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That we in conjunction together may joyn,
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Whilst Mars is with Luna and Venus in Trine,
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Let us two devoutly our middles combine.
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Come away to my Chamber and bar up the door.
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Mars which doth scorn to yeild unto the proudest Foe,
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resigns to Venus at one comely smile,
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Casting his Lance away his Armour off did throw,
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for why this bright Goddesse did him soon beguile.
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They both did encounter not meaning to kill,
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Be thou such a Goddesse and yeild to my will,
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And I in all kindnesse will show my best skill.
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Come away, etc.
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I summon for thy Fort, let me possession take,
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resist not a souldier thou fair Paragon.
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Least Cupid strike thy heart after I thee forsake.
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O what will betide you his dart you can't shun.
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Consider fair Maiden and be not so stout,
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To keep a brave Souldier so wilfully out,
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Thy quarters fair Lady let mee range about,
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Come away, etc.
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I am a Trooper come take a melting kisse.
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the fit is come on mee thy corps to imbrace,
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Fain I would prance about and use true Lovers blisse,
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O be not so bashful to hide thy fair face.
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Thou hast a fine circuit, come let me ride round,
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Thou shalt be my Dear Love, and Ile be thy hound
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Let's use mirth and pleasure whilst joy doth a-bound.
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Come away, etc.
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Then hast a Fountain pure, O let me dive in there,
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grant me my desire and I'le ask no more,
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Like to a Frigot I in that rode will steer,
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I'le shew you such pastime you ne'r saw before.
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I'le wash me and dabble until I am cloyd,
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Such pastimes I tell you I cannot avoid,
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In Lovers imbraces let us be imploy'd,
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Come away, etc.
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I a Musitian am upon the Cytern fair.
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I'le use a handsom quil thy heart to chear.
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I know 'twill ravish thee the Musick is so rare,
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such a sweet harmony you ne'r did hear.
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I'le play one fine Lesson but will not delay,
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Come hither thou fair one, and steal not away.
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Nor make no excusements from me for to stray.
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Come away, etc.
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I'le be thy Keeper Love to hunt within thy Park,
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the dear shall be chased within too and fro,
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I'le take my silver shaft, and hit thy golden mark,
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I'le sport there and hunt there why dost thou say no?
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True courage and valour remains in my brest
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I'le place my sharp spear Love in thy Iron crest.
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But will not once hurt thee yet thou must be prest
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Come away, etc.
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I'le be your Gardner Love to dig, and flowers set
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within that pleasant bed which you do keep,
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I'le plant in all rare slips that I can give or get
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I'm coming my dearest in thy arms to sleep.
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Why dost thou start backwards and scoul with thy eyes
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I'le hug thee and kisse thee if that won't suffice,
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I like a stout Champion will soon win the prize.
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Come away to my Chamber and bar up the door.
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