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Some go here, and some go there
Where gazes be not geason,* And I go gaping every where.
But still come out of season.
I walk the town, and tread the street,
In every corner seeking
That's for my lady's hiking.
The mercers pull me going by,
The silk wives say What lack ye? The thing you have not, then say I,
Ye foolish fools go pack ye.
It is not all the silk in Cheap,
Nor all the golden treasure, Nor twenty bushels on a heap,
Can do my lady pleasure.
The gravers of the golden shows,
With jewels do beset me, The semstress' in the shops that sew,
They nothing do but let me.
* Where shows or public exhibitions are not uncom
But were it in the wit of man,
By any means to make it,
And say, Fair lady, take it.
O lady, what a luck is this,
That my good willing misseth To find what pretty thing it is
That my good lady wisheth. 1''
Thus fain would I have had this pretty thing
To give unto my lady:
But as pretty a thing as may be.
FROY THE ROYANCE CALLED
“ THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF FRAGOSA AND HIS
THREE soxs.” 1663.
u Then Albina think no more of Dorosa's beauty or valiancy;
yea, if thou canst not quench the coales of desire with forgetfulness, yet rake them up in the ashes of modesty; bear a painted sheath with a leaden dagger, and a merry countenance with a melancholy mind; and of all thy father's knights esteem Dorosa the least, yea, and so
much the less as he is the latest. With this she taking ber late that lay at her bed's head
warbled forth this ditty :"
All this night
By his might,
Slippery slights, and foolish love,
To enthrall, Or to work
I have right
Armour bright, Compound of rare chastity;
This I say
Night and day,
Then pack hence,
Hie thee hence,
For thy sin
Thou shalt win
“ A pleasant ditty of a mayden's vow, That faine would marry and yet knew not how."
[From a black letter copy by H. G. id est, Henry Gosson.)
THERE was a lusty youthful lad
That lov’d a country lass,
As they alone did pass.
man he was apt to woo, And well himself could carry, The maid was kind, of yielding mind, But yet
she would not marry.
This young's man's heart was set on fire,
And still he did invent,
And frustrate her intent.
From all thy hopes I'll bar thee,
In sooth I will not marry.