CVPIDS COVRTESIE: in the wooing of fair S [...]bina.
To a pleasant new Tune.
AS on a day Sabina fell asléep,
Into her bower it was my chance to créep,
I first spake soft,
I first spake soft,
I first spake soft,
then loud unto my dear,
Which fair Sabina heard
but would not hear.
When I perceiv'd she did but wink and wake,
Unto my self more courage did I take,
And thought it best,
And thought it best,
And thought it best,
and fittest time to woe,
The which Sabina knew
but would not know.
Then did I lay me by her on the grownd,
Whereas I first Sabina sleeping found,
Then did I touch,
Then did I touch,
Then did I touch,
her pretty foot and héel,
The which Sabina felt,
but would not féel.
When I had first perform'd this trick of love,
A maiden-blush her eye-lids séem'd to move,
But yet she slept,
But yet she slept,
But yet she slept,
with wakeful winking eye,
But still Sabina lay,
but would not lye.
Then marks of beauty on her chéeks I spi'd,
With fair Vermillion blushes swéetly dy'd,
Where Cupids lips,
Where Cupids lips,
Where Cupids lips,
a dainty Kiss might crave,
Which fair Sabina had,
but would not have.
Thus when that I by beauties kind command,
Had felt the swéetest moysture of her hand,
With quaking fear,
With quaking fear,
With quaking fear,
I pul'd my hand away,
So was Sabina coy,
but said not nay,
The second part,
to the same Tune.
Now fearing left my boldness should offend,
God Cupid I desired for my friend,
with golden Bow,
with golden Bow,
with golden Bow,
to shoot a shaft of love,
The which Sabina prov'd,
but could not prove.
When I had practis'd every way but one,
Vnto my dearest dear I made my moan,
Sweet grant me love,
Sweet grant me love,
Sweet grant me love,
O now me love or never,
Which fair Sabina gave,
but was no giver.
Yet all this while I did my dear no wrong,
Though she was dumb, yet had my love a tongue
To plead for love,
To plead for love,
To plead for love,
unto my fairest fair,
For which Sabina card,
but would not care.
For my hearts woe Sabina could not wéep,
For she presum'd I thought her still asléep,
And so I did,
And so I did,
And so I did,
and will do while I live,
In that Sabina gave,
but would not give.
A womans love which secretly doth hide it,
Will soon grow fickle if once she be deny'd it,
Yet sheel say nay,
Yet sheel say nay,
Yet sheel say nay,
and so I must say too,
Thus was Sabina woo'd,
but would not woe.
With kisses kindly from her I did part,
She to my love, and gave to me her heart,
Which I will kéep,
Which I will keep,
Which I will keep,
tide up in chains of gold,
For what Sabina had,
she could not hold.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.