[Page]A Yong mans most earnest affection to his Sweetheart. Exprest in a dainty Courtly Sonnet: First read and heare it, then censure vpon it. To a curious new Northerne tune.
COme come my Deare that art so pretty,
li [...]d my suite and y [...]ld some pitty,
For all the world shall nere r [...]moue me,
Untill the [...]ay I die I vow to loue thee:
And all the birds in euery valley.
Will gladly sing the praise of Iacke and Dolly.
Thy rare perfection I admire,
Thy company I doe desire,
Thy presence y [...]lds to me such pleasure,
I would not misse thy sight for any treasure.
Be thou my swéeting constant e [...]er,
And I in loue will still perseuer:
The Ocean sooner shall be dryed,
Than my firme loue to thee shall be denyed.
Let me enioy thy louely presence.
Which I do hold my earthly essence,
And with reciprocall affe [...]tion
I will be constant to my [...]rst election.
Though both my parents▪ friends and kindred
Seek [...] meanes to haue my meaning hindred,
I will not change my resolution▪
Though I were sure the same were my confusion
Thou [...] desire in haste to marry.
Yet if I were constrayned to tarry
A doozen yeares for that happy meeting,
patiently would stay for thee my sweeting.
Then let not thy affections wau [...]r,
[...]ut let me still retaine thy fauour:
Be not vnkind nor fickle minded,
My hart hath found more wo then euer thine [...]
I many proff [...]rs haue refused,
Whereat my friends hau [...] greatly mused:
When I thinke on thée that so surpasses,
Then for thy sake I loath all other [...]asses.
Me thinks thy sparkling eyes I sée still,
Which is a comfort vnto me still,
I dreamin [...] see thy shadow nightly,
And waking with to see the substance rightly.
Thy body is straight, small and sl [...]nde [...],
Thy skin is white, smooth, so [...] and tender:
Thy leg and foote is framed neatly,
And all thy lineaments are made compleatly.
The Poet with his witty phrases,
Will gladly write thy pretty praises,
And all the Birds in euery valley.
Will gladly sing the praise of Iacke and Dolly.
The Second part. To the same tune.
ANd as thou prop [...]r a [...]t and pretty
So art then courteous prompt and witty,
Both Art and Nature a [...] co [...]ined.
To make o [...] th [...] a pei [...]e of E [...]r [...]d refined.
And all the birds in euery valle.
Will gladly sing the praise of Iacke and Dolly.
How can I then be discontented?
Or why should my choice be pr [...]uented?
Though thou ha [...]st not one copper T [...]en,
Ile not rec [...]nt the words that I haue spoken.
I might haue riches out of measure,
But what care I for worldly treasure?
[...] me a [...]asse endowed by nature,
Ile labour hard or beg for such a treasure.
No tortures that man can indure,
Shall make my fancy proue impure:
[...] parents frowne, nor friends reprouing,
[...] make my setled mind to be remouing.
Thou [...]th my permanent affection
[...]its it selfe to thy direction,
Let not thy heart▪ my only swée [...]ing,
(Like Cresida) be mutable or fl [...]ting.
Be thou like Hero to Leand [...]r,
Let not thy thoughts like H [...]lens wander,
To leaue thy first Lou [...] for a [...].
Duplicity in choice hath still br [...]d danger.
That which twixt faithfull friends is [...]wed,
[...]'th Court of heauen is allowed,
And he or she that the same [...]ringeth.
Must know yt such contempt great loue auenge [...] ▪
But why séem I to m [...]sdoubt thy doing,
No iust [...]ion by thee knowing?
No, though I speake all this in passion,
I dare be sworne thou has'st all of that fashion.
Then be not thou my Deare offended,
Nor let thy angry brow be bended:
Yet if thou speake to thée I'le be beholding.
I loue to heare thy voice, though't be in scolding.
Then be thou constant in thy carriage,
Untill that we be linkt in marriage,
Then farewell [...]a [...]e and melancholly▪
Since l [...]ckie hath possest his dearest Dolly.
And all the Birds in euery va [...]l [...]y.
Will sweetly si [...]g in praise of Iacke and Dolly.
FINIS.