1 To woe the first, ashamed am I; 2 for & if he aske I will not denye; 3 for the case is such I must needs haue one. 5 Therfore my prayer, itt shalbe still that I may haue one that will worke my will; & therfore Ile noe longer lye alone. 16 20 24 to testifye his mickle woe; & all was for the loue of his hy &c. ffayre shee was to loue, as euer liked swaine; neuer such a dainty one shall none enioy againe; sett a thousand on a rowe, time forbidds that any showe faire shee was, [of] comly 3 hew, her bosome like a swan; backe shee had of bending yew, her wast was but a span; because he had lost her. She was one in a thousand. Her bosom swan-swell ing, 3 of comelye.-P. Men that More: [Page 201 of MS.] We have not been able to find anything about the origin of this song. Neither Mr. Chappell nor any other song-learned person we have referred to knows it. It seems a notice, on the one hand, to men that a girl's refusal does not always mean a real No, and on the other hand, a warning to girls to beware lest love or waggish inclination tempt them beyond the bounds of prudence. How oft, alas, are they but flies that do play with the candle, and perish, while that burns on its allotted space, with no lessening of its brilliance in the eyes of men!-F. 8 12 MEN that more to the yard1 northe church are oft enclined, take young mayds now & then att lurch But to try their mind; younge maids now adayes are soe coy, thé will not when they are in loue, Men sometimes pro pose to girls, But for feare I2 oft say noe, when perhapps they wold but they're fayne doe if itt wold not proue. If for a time for feare they bee wyllye and seeme coy, there is one that perhapps may beguile yee, the blind boy; so coy they say no. Yet Cupid will pierce their hearts. 1? MS. yord.-F. 2 for they.-F. E 16 heele strike home when he please; to the quicke heele shoot his shaft without delay; then theyle sigh & lament when, alas, their owne kind hart cannott say Nay. The small fly that playeth with the candle oft doth burne; Young maids may get burnt such young maids as doe loue for to dandle 20 like flies in a candle. 24 once, may mourne. lett flyes burne, & maids mourne, for in vaine you do perswade them from their folly; Nature binds all their kinds now & then to play the waggs though the seeme holy. ffins. |