The second part, being the maidens answe[r]
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SWeet-Heart for thy sake,
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I will never make,
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Choyce of any other,
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They by Cupids Mother,
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freely speake,
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It's at thy choyce my dearest Love,
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Either to leave or take.
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I, thy Mary-gold,
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Wrapt in many fold,
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Like the golden clyent,
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To the Suns supplyent,
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shew it's gold:
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Display thy beames by glorious Sun,
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And Ile to thee unfold.
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Those bright locks of haire,
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Spreading o're each eare,
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Every chrisp and curle,
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Far more rich then Pearle,
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doth appeare:
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Then be thou constant in thy love,
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And I will be thy Deare.
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Till I have posest,
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Thee whom I love best,
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I have vow'd forever,
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In thy absence never,
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to take rest:
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Deny me not thou pretty little one,
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in whome my hopes are blest.
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If a kisse or two,
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Can thee a favour do,
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Were it more then twenty,
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Loves indu'd with plenty,
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Lovers know:
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For thy sweet sake, a thousand take,
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For that's the way to woo.
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It doth grieve my heart,
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From thee for to part,
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It is to me more pleasant,
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Ever to be present,
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where thou art:
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Yet in the absence of a Friend,
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My love shall never start.
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As to me thou'rt kind,
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Duty shall me bind,
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Ever to obey thee,
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Reason so doth sway mee,
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to thy mind,
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Thou hast my heart, whereere thou art,
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Although I stay behind.
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In the Bed or Barke,
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I will be thy marke,
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Couples yet more loving,
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Never had their moving,
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from the Arke:
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Welcome to me my onely joy,
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All times be it light or darke.
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