The honest Maydens loyalty
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The young mans faithfull constancy.
He vowes to endure the Wrack and the [?]
And suffer dearly for his true loves sake.
To a pretty new Tune, Or, wert thou more fairer.
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MOst early in a morning faire
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a young man sung this solemn quire
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Where his deare sweeting did use to lie,
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and thus lamenting he did cry,
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Farewel sweetheart, for I must be gone,
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but ile have my love, or ile have none.
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Set forty thousand all arow
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there's none can make so fair a shew,
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For in the Pallace of her twinkling eyes,
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I see how amorous Cupid flyes.
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As for my part I have chosen one,
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And ile have my love, or ile have none.
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No rack nor track with tortures great
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that shall my love entire defeat,
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I doe not waver like the turning wind,
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but bare a lovers constant mind.
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As for my part, etc.
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Then w[ho] can love so true as I,
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that am so sick, yet cannot dye.
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Her cordial kisse can my heart revive,
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and make a love-sick man alive.
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As by experience is wel known,
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And ile have etc.
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A Lady in her high degree,
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her lofty mind cannot fancy me:
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For many are ambitious in their waies,
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but maydens chaste young men should praise.
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I wil be faithful to mine own.
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For ile have etc.
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Your City Dames with mincing feates
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have many tricks, and fine conceits:
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But my true love is vertuous, chaste, and wise,
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and like an Angel in my eyes.
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As for my etc.
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Into some far Country ile goe,
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confine myselfe to care and woe,
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Til fickle fortune doe please to smile,
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that has so loured all this while.
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As for my part I have chose[n] one,
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And ile have my love, [or] ile have none[.]
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