Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,
This cannot take her;

If of her self she will not love,
Nothing can make her:

The Devil take her!

SONG.

HONEST lover whosoever,

If in all thy love there ever

Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame
Were not still even, still the same:

Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when she appears i' th' room,

Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover

Dost not speak thy words twice over,

Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If fondly thou dost not mistake,

And all defects for graces take;

Perswad'st thy self that jests are broken,
When she hath little or nothing spoken;
Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thou appear'st to be within,
Thou lett'st not men ask and ask again;
And when thou answer'st, if it be

To what was askt thee properly;

Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thy stomach calls to eat,
Thou cutt'st not fingers 'stead of meat,
And with much gazing on her face
Dost not rise hungry from the place,
Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss ;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If by this thou dost discover

That thou art no perfect lover,

And desiring to love true,

Thou dost begin to love anew;

Know this,

Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

Q 2

LOVE AND DEBT ALIKE TROUBLESOME.

THIS one request I make to him that sits the clouds above,

That I were freely out of debt, as I am out of love; Then for to dance, to drink, and sing, I shou'd be very willing;

I should not owe one lass a kiss, nor e'er a knave a

shilling.

'Tis only being in love and debt, that breaks us of our rest;

And he that is quite out of both, of all the world is blest:

He sees the golden age wherein all things were free and common;

He eats, he drinks, he takes his rest, he fears no

man nor woman.

Tho' Croesus compassed great wealth, yet he still craved more,

He was as needy a beggar still, as goes from door to door.

Tho' Ovid was a merry man, love ever kept him sad; He was as far from happiness, as one that is stark mad.

SONG.

I PRYTHEE Send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;

For if from yours you will not part,
Why then shou'd'st thou have mine?

Yet now I think on't, let it lie;

To find it, were in vain :

For thou 'st a thief in either eye
Wou'd steal it back again.

Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?

Oh Love, where is thy sympathy,

If thus our breasts thou sever?

But love is such a mystery
I cannot find it out:

For when I think I'm best resolv'd,
I then am in most doubt.

Then farewell care, and farewell wo,
I will no longer pine:

For I'll believe I have her heart,
As much as she has mine.

SONG.

THE crafty boy, that had full oft essay'd
To pierce my stubborn and resisting breast,
But still the bluntness of his darts betray'd,
Resolv'd at last of setting up his rest,

Either my wild unruly heart to tame,
Or quit his godhead, and his bow disclaim.
So all his lovely looks, his pleasing fires,
All his sweet motions, all his taking smiles,
All that awakes, all that inflames desires,
All that sweetly commands, all that beguiles,

He does into one pair of eyes convey,

And there begs leave that he himself may stay.

And there he brings me where his ambush lay,
Secure and careless, to a stranger land:
And never warning me, which was foul play,
Does make me close by all this beauty stand.

Where first struck dead, I did at last recover,
To know that I might only live to love her.
So I'll be sworn I do, and do confess

The blind lad's pow'r, whilst he inhabits there;
But I'll be even with him nevertheless,

If e'er I chance to meet with him elsewhere.

If other eyes invite the boy to tarry,

I'll fly to her's as to a sanctuary.