A spell for Jone;
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Tell me sweete girle, how spellst thou Jone
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Tell me but that is all I Crave,
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I shall not neede to lye alone,
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When such a lovely mate I have
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That thou arte one who can denye
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(O one whose praise no tonge can tell;
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And all will graunt that I am I
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O happy I if right thou spell,
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If I am I and thou art one,
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Tell me sweet wench how spellst thou Jone,
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Jone.
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Ile tell you sir, and tell you true,
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For I am I, and I am one;
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So Can I spell Jone without you,
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And spelling so Can lye alone,
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My I to one is Consonant,
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But as for yours it is not so
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If then your I agrement want
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I to your I must Aunswer no,
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Wherfor leave of your spelling plea,
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And let your I be I per se.
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R[e]s
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Your Aunswer, makes me almost blind
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To put out one, and leave one I
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Unless herein some hope I find
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Therfor I must dispayre and dye,
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But I am you when you doe speake,
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O speak againe and tell me so,
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My hart with sorrow Canot break,
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To heave so Kinde a graunting no,
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For this is all for which I sue,
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that I may be turnd into you;
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Jone
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Nay If you turne, and wind and press
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And in the Crossrow have such skill
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I am put down I must Confess
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It bootes me not to Cross your will
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If you speak tru, say I stand to it
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For you and I are now but one
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And I will ly that you may doe it
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Now put together we spell Jone,
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But how, will Jone be speld I wonder,
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when you and I shall part asunder;
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What Lyfe is best the nedy, is full of woe and awe,
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The welthy full of Brawles and quarells of the lawe,
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To be a Maryed man how much art thou beguiled
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Seeking thy rest by Carking still for houshold wif and Child,
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To till it is a toyle, to grace a gredy game;
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And such as gotten is with drudging and with paine
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A shrewd, wyfe, bringes debate, wive not & never thrive,
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Children are Charge, Childless, the greatest lack alive,
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Youth witlese is and frayle age sickly and forlorne,
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Then best it is to dye betime, or never to be borne
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