The two Scornfull Lovers
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I care not whether I have her or no.
To the tune of I'le goe no more a wooing by night
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I Scorne the Concept
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Of a Lovers condition,
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To mourne for that Love,
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that regards not his paine:
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I will not respect,
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This foolish Ambition,
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That slightly rewardeth,
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true Love with disdaine.
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I love her that loves me,
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My humor is such,
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And she that doth hate me,
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I hate her as much.
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Thus am I resolved,
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Howere the world goe;
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have her or no.
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But what if another,
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Should chance to inherit:
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Her Love, that by love,
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is due unto me.
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Shall the losse of a wanton,
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Afflict my free spirit,
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Or cause me (like others)
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too sad for to be.
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Ile laugh when Im'e scorned,
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And give scorne for scorne,
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Or should my Love horne me,
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I'de give horne for horne:
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Yet none that doth love me,
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Such trickes undergoe,
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For I care not a p[i]nne,
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whether I have her or no.
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The mind of a maiden,
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Is made of the weather:
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And useth to change,
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as oft as the winde:
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For long time livd Venus,
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And Vulcan together,
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Yet Venus did study,
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to make Vulcan blinde:
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For Mars did cornute him,
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Till Phoebus did find it:
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Then Vulcan did net them,
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though long he was blinded:
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If Gods use such tricks:
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My Love may doe so,
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have her or no.
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I once did affect her,
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For beauty and feature.
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But now like to her,
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I regardlesse am growne:
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I once did respect her,
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The rarest of nature:
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But she prov'd ingratefull,
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and from me is gone.
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I once did admire
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Her beauteous perfection,
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Yet now to retire,
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my mind gives direction:
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I never will love her,
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Whose love is so slow,
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have her or no.
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You men that have true Loves.
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Whose minds are affected:
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O cast them not off,
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with your cruell disdaine:
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For maids that are constant,
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Should still be respected,
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Tis pitty that true love,
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should exprest be in vaine.
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Stand stedfast whilst life last,
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If stedfast they prove,
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That man is thrice happy,
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enjoyes a true Love.
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Love those that love ye,
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For mine doth not so:
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have her or no.
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But I too late lover,
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Am fully resolved,
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To trust no more Females.
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while life doth endure:
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No though I should live,
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Till the world were dissolved,
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I never would love,
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Love is growne so impure.
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No Wantons not Wagtayles,
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I never will trust:
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For alwayes unto me,
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they proved unjust:
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To this sex so crooked,
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I am profest foe:
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have her or no.
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FINIS.
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The Second Part of the Scornfull
Lovers: Or the Womans Answere: I care
not whether I have him or no.
To the same tune
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THou fond foolish fellow,
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Give over thy rayling.
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For Maydes are as carelesse,
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in love as thyselfe:
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Dost thinke by these words
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There is any prevayling,
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Or that weele wed Coxecombs,
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for lucre of pelfe.
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No Sowter nor Carter,
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Shall my Love attaine:
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the longer you woe me,
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your suites are in vaine:
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Can you be disdainfull,
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And Maidens not so,
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Faith I care not a pinne,
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whether I have you or no.
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All men are too crabbed,
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And commonly vicious,
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That Maidens are fearefull,
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what party to wed:
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They are no sooner married,
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But they grow suspitious,
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That plaine dealing maidens,
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will graft on their head:
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But let them surmise,
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Or devise what they can:
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Whereere I affect,
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I'le be true to that man.
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Though this man's Satirick,
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Yet all are not so:
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have him or no.
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The bright Goddesse Luna,
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Doth never change ofter,
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Then man doth his mind,
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when he first goes to wo:
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Mans heart is of steele,
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But a maidens is softer,
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If men would be kind,
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we should all quickly doe,
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But faire men will promise,
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I oft have beene taught:
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But in their performance,
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their promise proves nought:
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I'le never trust young men,
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That promise me so,
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have him or no.
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The God of Olympus
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Did burne with desire,
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He courted a Lady,
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in Forrest disguise:
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When he had obtain'd her,
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He set her on fire,
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For Juno had caus'd her,
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to aske things unwise.
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If Maids must be burn'd,
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That to love doe consort,
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Few maids or young men,
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would delight in that sport.
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This trick shall disswade me,
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In love I'le be slow,
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have him or no.
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You Maids that have Loves,
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Whose affections are fixed;
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Consort with them friendly,
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and use them as kind:
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For good men and bad men.
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Together are mixed,
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And hardly a Maid,
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can an honest man find.
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Use them well while you have them
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For troth they are scant,
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If you have choyce save them,
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for one I doe want:
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You see that my Lover,
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Doth my love forgoe,
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But I care not a pinne,
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whether I have him or no.
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So farewell good Young man,
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Since you doe disdaine me,
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I'le seeke for a new Love,
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whose love is more deare:
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You need not to say.
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You will alway refraine me,
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For I do reject you,
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as much I doe sweare.
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You cannot be wayward,
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But I can be coy,
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You cannot be froward,
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but I can say nay,
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This still is my answer,
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And still shall be so,
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I care not a pinne,
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whether I have thee or no.
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