As pleasant a dittie as your hart can wish,
Shewing what unkindnes befell by a Kisse.
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MY Mistris sings none other song,
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but stil complains I do her wrong,
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Beleeve her not it is not so:
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For I did but kisse her,
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For I did but kisse her
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and so let her goe
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And now she swears I did: but what,
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Nay, nay, I must not tell you that
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And yet I will it is so sweet,
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as teehe taha,
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as teehe taha.
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when lovers do meete.
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But womens words they are heedles,
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to tell you more it were needles
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I ran and caught her by the arme,
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and then I kist her,
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and then I kist her,
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was this any harme.
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Yet out alas shees angry still
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which sheweth but a womans will
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She bites the lippe, and cries fie fie,
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and kissing sweetly
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and kissing sweetly,
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away she doth fly.
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Acteon for one sight did die,
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so for one sillie kisse must I:
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Unwares fond love did me betray
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When I gave her vantage
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when I gave her vantage
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and she fled away.
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She strived & wrangled ful sore with me
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and cryedst for shame let it be
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You doe me wrong to use me so
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Therefore be quiet,
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Therefore be quiet
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and now let me goe.
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Yet still I held her by the hand
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her words could not my will withstand
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she fround, she pouted, she lookt sower
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and still I held her
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and stil I held her,
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within my power.
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At last she gan for anger cry,
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and then my hart with griefe did die;
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I could no longer her containe.
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But thus we parted
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But thus we parted
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unto my great paine.
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And since when I with her do meete
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with words unkind she doth me greet
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At me her wanton head she shakes.
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and as a stranger
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and as a stranger
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my favours she takes.
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But yet her looks bewrayes content
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& cunningly her brawles are ment
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As Lovers use to play and sport,
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when time and leasure
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when time and leasure,
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is too too short.
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