Come turn to mee thou pretty little one, and I will
turn to thee. To a pleasant new Tune.
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SWeet if thou wilt be
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As I am to thee,
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Then by Cupids mother,
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I have vow'd to have
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none other she:
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Then turn to me thou pretty little one,
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And I will turn to thee.
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Those bright eyes of thine
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Which do dazzle mine
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Like the stars of Heaven,
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Which do keep their even
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course and shine:
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Then let us in conjunction meet
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and both our loves combine.
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If that lovely Face,
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Will to mine give place,
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That with loves devotion
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We may use the motion,
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of imbrace:
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Then sit thee down my pretty little one
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and let us love a space.
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What hurt is in this?
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For to take a kisse
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If it may be granted
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I that long have wanted
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such a blisse:
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Then be not sparing of a few,
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whereas such plenty is.
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If thy breasts do pant
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For the milk they want,
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Every Hill and Mountain
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To supply each Fountain,
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be not scant:
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Then give to mee thy lilly white hand,
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and I thee mine will grant.
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If so be that I,
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May but thee come nigh,
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The Vine and Elm shall never,
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Joyn more close together
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then will I:
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Then shew thy fruits my amorous joy
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and Ile with love supply.
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If that thou dost crave,
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Silks and Garments brave
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Or what rich attyre,
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Could thy heart desire
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to receive:
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Declare to me thou pretty little one,
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thou canst but ask and have.
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From the Indies far,
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Where rich Jewels are;
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I will bring thee treasure
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Far beyond all measure
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and compare:
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Then be not coy my pretty little one
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for I no cost will spare.
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SWeet-heart for thy sake
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I will never make,
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Choice of any other,
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Then by Cupids Mother
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freely speak:
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It's at thy choice 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 Sun supplient
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shew it's gold:
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Display the beams my glorious Sun
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and I'le to thee unfold.
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Those bright locks of hair
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Spreading o're each ear,
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Every crisp and curle
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Far more rich then pearl,
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doth appear:
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Then be thou constant in thy love
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and I will be thy Dear.
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Till I have possest,
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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 mee not thou pretty little one,
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In whom 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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Love's 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 wooe.
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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 mee 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 mee thou art kind,
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Duty shall mee 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 where e're thou art
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although I stay behind.
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In thy bed or bark
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I will be thy mark,
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Couples yet more loving
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Never had their moving
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from the Ark:
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Welcome to mee my onely joy;
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all times, be it light or dark,
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