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This answer much dismayed him,

And troubled so his mind, That he thereat lookt pale and grim,

And no content could find, This maiden she was nothing mov'd,

Nor from her words would vary, But constantly she did reply,

I'll never yield to marry.

My love, quoth he, is so entire,

And firm to thee, my dear, Whose love again I much desire

With many a weeping tear, Therefore sweet-heart be not unkind,

Nor say that thou wilt tarry, But let me prove thy constant love,

And then consent to marry.

Didst thou but know the inward grief

I suffer for thy love;
Thy flinty heart would yield relief,
Or more obdurate

prove : My legs are grown so weak, that they

My body scarce can carry,
Then yield relief to ease my grief,

And give consent to marry.

No, no, quoth she, thy flatt'ring tongue

Shall ne'er obtain his suit, Thy tempting words have done me wrong,

Therefore I pray be mute : For I am fully purposed

Henceforth to be more wary; Therefore away, make no delay,

For in sooth I will not marry.

He asked her the reason why

She would reject him so :
She would not wed, she did reply,

For friend nor yet for foe:
Quoth she, my years are yet but green,

I am young enough to tarry
This twelve-month's day, therefore away,

'Tis time enough to marry.

Quoth he, it makes me half despair,

And troubleth my mind,
That one so comely and so fair,

Should ere prove so unkind : Therefore sweet-heart tell me the cause,

That thou so much doth vary, From all the minds of women-kind,

As to refuse to marry.

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Didst thou but know the sweet delights,

That marriage doth afford.
And how fair ladies, lords, and knights,

In marriage bed accord ;
Thou would’st not fondly make reply,

Th' art young enough to tarry,
But be content, and give consent

Without delay to marry.

He that says love is vanity,

Shall ne'er persuade me to it,
Nor yet deny a courtesy,

For I have made a vow, quoth she,

And sworn by great King Harry,
That till I have the thing I crave,

I will not yield to marry.

any one will do it:

If I had known the causé, quoth he,

Why thou didst make denial, 1
I quickly would have proffer'd thee the

A sweet contending trial :
Which would have made thee soon consent,

Though thou wert ne'er so wary, And never more say as before,

I'll never yield to marry.

Then use your wit, the maid replied,

For now you know the cause,
A maiden's No proves often Aye

To yield to Hymen's laws,
If you prove kind, the maiden said,

Consent and do not tarry,
And then I soon will change this tune,

And quickly yield to marry.

With that the young man bad her, but

Keep secret and prove kind, And he would verify her oath,

And satisfy her mind :
Quoth she, I will be satisfied

If that thou dost not vary,
But yet, in troth, I am very loath

To give my grant to marry.

With that they both concluded were,

But wot you how she sped,
By consequence it did appear

That it her liking bred,
For when her oath was verified

That she swore by King Harry,
She never stay'd, but quickly said,

Sweetheart now let us marry.

This young's man's love was quickly cold,

That here betwixt them past,
Quoth he, I will not be too bold,

Least I repent at last :
For he that weds too hastily,

Had need for to be wary,
Least he repent he gave consent

Without advice to marry.

Fair maidens all take good advice

Before you give consent,
Unto your loves in any wise

These follies to prevent;
For she that to perform her vow,

So long a time did tarry,
Was brought to shame, and much defame,

Before that she did marry.

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