The Maidens Nay, Or, I love not you.
To a pleasant new Tune.
I Spied a Nymph trip over the plain,
I lur'd to her, she turned again,
I woo'd her as a young man should do,
but her answer was, Sir, I love not you.
I thought she séemed in every part
So lovely fram'd by Natures Art,
Her beauty soon allured me to wooe,
but her answer was, sir, I love not you.
I told her all the sweet of love,
And whatsoever her mind might move,
To entertain a Lover true,
but her answer was, sir, I love not you.
I told her how I would her deck,
Her head with gold, with pearls her neck
She gave a frown, and away she flew,
but her answer was, sir, I love not you.
Not me (sweet-heart) O tell me why?
Thou should'st my proffered love deny:
To whom my heart I have vowed so true,
but her answer was, sir, I love not you.
My swéet and dearest love, quoth I,
Art thou resolv'd a Maid to die?
Of such a mind I know but few,
but her answer was, sir, I love not you.
This is the pleasant Maying time,
This is the pleasant golden prime,
But age will come and make you to rue,
that e're you said, sir, I love not you.
O do not thou my suit disdain,
Nor make me spend my time in vain,
But kindly grant a Lovers due:
yet still she said, sir, I love not you.
Fair Nymph, quoth I, but grant me this,
To enrich my lips with one poor kiss,
I grant you that which I grant but few,
yet still she said, sir, I love not you.
The young man proffering then to depart
It griev'd this Maiden then to the heart:
For having kist, O then did she rue,
that e're she said, Sir, I love not you.
Wherefore with speed she thought it best,
To stay him by her kind request:
Whose coyness thus hath caus'd her to rue
that e're she said, Sir, I love not you.
But now at last she did begin
With gentle words to lure him in:
The second part shall plainly shew,
she chang'd her note of, I love not you.
The second part
to the same Tune.
KInd sir, quoth she, what néeds this hast,
With that a smile on him she cast,
Shame curb'd her long, but affection drew
these word, I love no man but you.
I féel the force of Cupids dart
So deep hath pierc'd my tender heart:
Believe me then for my words are true,
you will I love, sir, and none but you.
Do not deny my proffered love,
Nor think that I the wanton prove:
Though women seldom use to wooe,
yet I will love, Sir, and none but you.
When women love they will it hide,
Vntil their Lover they have try'd:
Though I say nay, as maidens do,
you will I love, Sir, and none but you.
Here is, quoth she, my heart and hand,
My constant love thou shalt command:
And I do vow to be ever true,
you will I love, sir, and none but you.
Whilst golden Titan doth display
His beams unto the chearful day,
Whilst Spring the Winter doth ensue,
you will I love, Sir, and none but you.
On thee my love is fixed fast,
On thee my love is firmly plac'd,
For thee I'le bid the world adieu,
you will I love, Sir, and none but you.
If Hero should Leander leave,
Fair Lucrece Collatine deceive,
Or Syrinx prove to Pan untrue,
yet I love you, Sir, and none but you.
Object no former thy reply,
Suspect no future constancy:
Accept my love as a tribute due
onely to you, Sir, and to none but you.
The young man noting well her words,
This courteous answer then affords:
Give me thy hand, take mine in lieu:
my love I grant here, and so do you.
To Church with speed then let us hye,
In marriage bands our selves to tye:
Where enterchanging hands and hearts,
I'le love thee deerly till death us parts.
Mark well my Song you Maidens coy,
That count true love a foolish toy:
Do not disdain when young men wooe,
but love them freely as they love you.
FINIS.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.