Loues vp to the elbowes.
To the tune of Codlings.
YOu men that louing be, loue not too fondly,
Let still your mind liue frée, yet vse them kindly.
Vse not in loue excesse,
For here I will expresse
I am in loue no lesse
then vp to th' elbowes.
[...]spide a daintie Dame of fayrest feature
[...]he was of natures frame a comely creature,
Her beauty did excell,
And her sight pleasd me well
With her in lou [...] [...] fell
vp [...]o the elbowes.
Oft haue I méet this maid yet néere spoke to her,
Bashfulnes did perswade, I should not wooe her,
Still this most beautious prize
So dazeled mine eyes,
I fell in wofull wise
in loue to the elbowes.
Once at a Wake I met my louely swéeting
When I did cleane forget the vse of greeting,
She mery made with Ale,
Whose acquaintance was but small,
In loue [...] further fall
vp to the elbowes
Dancing vpon a Gréene next time I spide her,
She séem'd like Flora's Quéene all th'time I ey'd her
Such frolicke roundelaies
She danst to winne the Baies
I fell: while she got the praise
in loue to th' elbowes.
Trasing the fragrant fields one morning early,
To see what nature yéeldes, Wheat Rie and barly,
A milking I did finde
This maid of Venus kind
Fate hath my loue assignde▪
vp to the elbowes.
Selling of Apricokes I spide her standing
Laid out with golden lockes my heart commanding
I cheapned her ware
It lookt so passing faire
But her lookes cast care on care
being vp to th' elbowes.
Once I occasion tooke to speake vnto her,
Such was her Beautious looke I faine would wooe her
But spéech was spent in vaine
Such wordes of coy disdaine
From her: my heart hath slaine
being vp to th' elbowes.
The second part.
To the same tune.
ONce at a mariage feast wée dinde together,
I view'd her mongst the rest though minds did souer
I feasted on her sight
She would not lookes requite
Yet still I tooke delight
being vp to th' elbowes.
Like Helens is her face with Golden tresses,
Which showes such splendant grace like young Narcissus
Her eyes like Lampes doe shine
Her lookes are so Diuine
She doth my loue confine
vp to the elbowes
Her pretty Dimple Chin, Chéekes red as Cheries
Her necke like Iuory thinne with Amber Berries
Wast short and body tall
And fingers long and small
Forst me in loue to fall
vp to the elbowes.
From wast vnto the foote compleat of nature
None sees but still doth praise this comly creature
Did face and mind agree
She then would pitty me
That by loues cruelty
am vp to the elbowes.
Once more Ide court this dame but am asham [...]
And by my rash attempt I might be blamed
My louing heart doth ake
For my faire Mistris sake
What course should louers take
being vp to the elbowes.
I haue séene louers pine for such like crosses,
I haue seene louers die for such like losses
But in extreames of woe
I néeuer yet [...] know
In loue, a young man so
vp to the elbowes.
Will man that is a man be slaued by woman
But tis a fault in man growne too too comme
To loue, yet loue in vaine
And be not belou'd againe
I plungd am in loues paine
vp to the elbowes.
Vanish all feareful feare I wil vnto her
Vanish al careful care for I must wooe her
If we can wel agrée
And she can fansie me
No longer loue shal be
vp to the elbowes.
FINIS.
Printed at London for H. G.