A delicate new Ditty composed upon the Posie of a Ring: being, I fancie none but thee alone: sent as a New-years gift by a Lover to his Sweet-heart.
To the tune of
Dulcina.
THou that art so swéet a creature,
that aboue all earthly ioy,
I
[...] deem
[...] for thy rare feature,
kill me not by seeming coy,
nor be thou mute
when this my suit
Into thy eares by loue is blowne,
but say by me,
as I by thée,
I fancie none but thee alone.
Hadst thou
Cupids mothers beauty,
and
Dianaes chaste desires,
Thinke on that which is thy duty,
to fulfill what loue requires:
'tis loue I aske,
and tis thy taske
to be propitious to my moane,
for still I say,
and will for aye,
I fancie none but thee alone.
Let not selfe conceit ore-straine thée,
woman was at first ordained
To serue man, though I obey thée,
bring by loues law constrayned,
my sobs and teares,
true witnesse beares
of my hearts griefe and heauy moan,
let not thy frown
then me cast downe,
Who fancies none but thee alone.
Think what promise thou didst giue me,
when I first did thée behold,
There thou vow'dst thou wouldst not leaue me
for a masse of Indian gold,
but now I find
thou art vnkind,
all former vowes are past and gone,
yet once againe
him entertaine:
Who fancies none but thee alone.
Let my true affections moue thee
to commiserate my paine,
If thou knew'st how deare I loue thée,
sure thou wouldst loue me againe:
I thée affect,
and more respect
thy welfare then I doe mine owne,
let this moue thée
to pitty me,
Who fancies none but thee alone.
Why should women be obdurate,
and mens proffers thus despise?
Deare, be rul'd, we haue a Curate,
nuptiall Rites to solemnize:
thou Marigold,
whose leaues vnfold,
when
Tytans rayes reflect thereon,
on thée Ile shine,
for thou art mine,
I fancie none but thee alone.
The second part, Or the Maidens kind Reply. To the same tune.
DEare I haue receiu'd thy token,
and with it thy faithfull loue,
Prethee let no more be spoken,
I to thée will constant proue,
doe not despaire,
nor liue in care
for her who vowes to be thy owne,
though I séeme strange,
I will not change,
I fancie none but thee alone.
Thinke not that I will forgoe thée,
though I'm absent from thy sight,
When I find my selfe kept from thee,
I'd be with thée day and night,
but well thou know'st
how I am crost,
else should my loue to thée be showne,
with frée accord,
yet take my word,
I fancie none but thee alone.
This Prouerbe hath oft beene vsed,
she that's bound must needs obey,
And thou séest how I'm inclosed,
from thy presence night and day,
I dare not show
what loue I owe
to thée, for feare it should be knowne,
yet still my mind
shall be inclind,
To fancie none but thee alone.
Though my body for a season,
be absent from thée perforce,
Yet I pray thée iudge with reason,
that I loue thee nere the worse:
Oh that I might
enioy thy sight,
then should my loue to thee be showne,
then doe not thinke
her loue to shrinke,
Who fancies none but thee alone.
Many times I thinke vpon thee,
in my melancholy fits,
When I find my selfe kept from thee,
it depriues me of my wits,
oft times I weepe,
when others sleepe;
producing many a grieuous groane,
then thinke on me,
as I on thee,
And fancie none but me alone.
No fastidious motions moue me,
to be from thy sight so long,
Doe not then (my deare) reproue me,
nor suspect I doe thee wrong,
for he thou sure,
I doe indure,
in constancie surpast by none,
I long to see
the time that we
shall of two bodies be made one,
FINIS.
Printed at London for H. Gosson on London-Bridge.