A delicate new Ditty, composed upon the Posie
of a Ring, being; I fancie none but the alone: sent as a
New-yeares gift, by a Lover to his Sweet-heart.
To the tune of, Dulcina.
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THou that art so sweete a creature,
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that above all earthly joy,
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I thee deeme for thy rare feature,
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kill me not by seeming coy;
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nor be thou mute,
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when this my suit
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Into thy eares by love is blowing,
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but say by me,
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as I by thee,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Hadst thou Cupids mothers beauty,
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and Diana's chaste desires,
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Thinke on that which is thy duty,
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to fulfil what love requires:
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Love I aske,
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and 'tis thy taske,
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To be propitious to my moane,
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for stil I say,
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and wil for aye,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Let not selfe-conceit ore-strain thee,
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woman was at first ordained
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To serve man, though I obey thee,
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being by Loves Law constrained;
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my sobs and teares,
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true witnesse beares
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Of my hearts griefe and heavy moan,
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let not thy frown
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then me cast down,
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Who fancies none but thee alone,
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Think what promise thou didst give me,
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when I first did thee behold,
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There thou vowd'st thou would'st not leave me,
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for a masse of Indian gold,
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but now I find
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thou [art vn]kind,
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All former [vowes are] past and gone,
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yet [once agai]ne
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him entertaine,
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Who fancies none but thee alone,
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Let my true affections move thee
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to commiserate my paine,
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If thou knew'st how deare I love thee,
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sure thou wouldst love me againe:
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I thee affect,
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and more respect
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Thy welfare then I doe mine owne,
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let this move thee,
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to pitty me,
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Who fancies none but thee alone.
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Why should Women be obdurate,
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and mens proffers thus despise?
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Deare, be rul'd, we have a Curate,
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nuptiall Rites to solemnize:
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thou Marigold,
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whose leaves unfold,
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When Tytans rayes reflect thereon,
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on thee Ile shine,
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for thou art mine,
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I fancie none but thee alone.
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The second Part, Or, the Ma[idens kinde reply,]
To the same tune.
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DEare I have receiv'd thy token,
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and with it thy faithful love,
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Prethee let no more be spoken,
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I to thee will constant prove,
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doe not despaire,
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nor live in care,
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For her who vowes to be thy owne,
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though I seeme strange,
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I will not change,
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I fancy none but thee alone.
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Thinke not that I will fore-goe thee,
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though Im absent from thy sight,
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When I find myselfe kept from thee,
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Id be with thee day and night,
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but well thou know'st,
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how I am crost,
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Else should my Love to thee be showne,
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with free accord,
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yet take my word,
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I fancie none but thee alone.
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This Proverb hath oft bin used,
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she that's bound must needs obey,
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And thou seest how Im inclosed,
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from thy presence night and day,
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I dare not show
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what love I owe
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To thee, for feare it should be knowde,
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yet still my mind,
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shall be inclin'd
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To fancy none but thee alone.
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Thoug[h my body for a season,]
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be a[bsent from thee perforce,]
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Yet I [pray thee judge with reason,]
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tha[t I love thee nere the worse:
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Oh that I might
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enjoy thy sight,]
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Then [should my love to thee be showne,
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then doe not thinke
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her love to shrinke,]
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Who [fancies none but thee alone.]
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Man[y times I thinke upon thee,]
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in [my melancholy fits,]
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Whe[n I find myselfe kept from thee,]
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it d[eprives me of my wits,
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oft times I weepe,
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when others sleepe,]
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Pro[ducing many a grievous groane,
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then think on me,
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as I on thee,]
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An[d fancy none but mee alone.]
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No [fastidious motions move me,]
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to [be from thy sight so long,]
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Doe [not then (my deare) reprove me,]
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n[or suspect I doe thee wrong,
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for be thou sure,
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I doe indure,]
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In c[onstancy surpast by none,]
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I long to see
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the time that we]
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Sha[ll of two bodies be made one.]
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