To the tune Of the pride of Leister Shire.
The young mans kinde reply vnto the comfortlesse Mayde,
He grees with his Loue in all shee hath sayd,
Shewing to her a part of his minde,
That he will be alwayes most louing and kinde.
HArke, harke, me thinks I heare one speake
what should this Eccho meane?
I thinke it be my owne true Loue,
my faire and onely Dame:
O why shouldst thou, my Philladay,
complaine that I am gone,
And knowest I am the onely man,
that loueth thee alone?
I am not gone away from thee,
my onely hearts delight:
But comfort thou shalt finde by me,
by day and eke by night:
My owne sweet Loue, and Turtle Doue,
be not disturbd in minde:
For thou shalt finde, I will proue kinde,
and neuer change againe.
I promised thee for to be true,
and so I will endure,
Though I at first did proue thy heart,
tis good for to be sure,
To proue thy minde, and know thee kinde,
for many false there be,
And so mightst thou, for ought I know,
haue proued vnto me.
Though I did make a vow to thee,
and pawned with thee my heart,
Yet thou hast spoken vnto me,
as though thou would'st depart:
But now I find thee true and kinde,
and I the like will be:
Whilst death doth part, my tender heart,
I will not part with thee;
All you kind hearts that haue true loues,
by me example take:
And haue a care, whereto you swears
for the Almighties sake:
Doe not goo on as I haue done,
to breed a Maydens smart:
But turne in time, in heart and minde,
and ease your true Loues heart.
Would God I ne'r had wrong'd my Loue,
nor beene to her vnkinde:
Then should she haue no cause to mourne,
nor be disturbd in minde:
But being it's so, I well doe know,
I must vnto her goe:
And speake my minde, in louing kinde,
and ease her of her woe.
Come, come, sweet heart, doe not repent,
nor wrastle in despaire,
Though I to thee haue beene vnkind,
Ile ease thee of thy care:
For I will proue constant in loue,
as alwayes thou shalt finde,
I will be true, not change for new,
but alwayes will be kinde.
Come, Loue, let's speake no more of this,
but faithfully let's ioyne:
And looke before what was amisse,
I meane for to amend:
Come let vs now, performe our vow,
and make no more adoe:
But let vs ioyne in heart and minde,
and so to Church let's goe.
And so these Louers made an end,
of these their former words:
One loued the other heartily,
not breeding no discords:
In peace I pray long liue they may,
and all true Louers else:
What ere they [...] what degrée,
so much is spoke of mee.
FINIS.
London Printed for F. Coules.